Cornered Love !

Love
remains in the corners

the balance one
like the remaining of the toothpaste in the tube

it never gets out
to see the light of the day
or feel the real moon in the night

when there are bigger Love
stories being painted on the walls

the love of the painters
never get visible

who will sing their stories?

Love
which gets cornered
on the footpaths

elbowed out
that Love
where does it go ?

Love written in the names
on the Tombs
Love written in the names
on the trees

Does it get the same fate
as the roses in the notebooks?

And the roses I remember
are they still there?

in the silent corner !