They talk of love
like it is an act,
designed to engulf,
destined to hurt.
But do they not see
the reason behind?
How it transforms
when it is unkind?
It creates, it curates,
it makes, and it breaks.
It makes you strong
for a million heartaches.
Love is cruel,
love is blind,
but love we must
for it makes us kind.


© Tejaswinee Roychowdhury