Forbidden Love - A Poem

Wired with nails, on the threshold of hell, there stands my forbidden love,

Eyes pale yellow, skin rotten but still beautiful like a dove,

It says-:

I am slowly moving into my forbidden lines,

Knocking the hell is actually what I am trying,

They called me forbidden as I gave them pain,

But they missed out from the pain what they gained,

I was never restricted to walking hand in hand,

I was supposed to be carried till life ends,

Everyone forgot my real use in life,

They suppressed me a lot and forced me to fly,

Like a bird I soon got tired,

Had to settle but actually got wired,

Now the meaning of me ‘the love’ has changed,

And the white dove of love is badly stained,

That’s why I am forced to be termed as forbidden,

Jesus would have cried as it was useless getting nails ridden,

Look at the irony of this world,

They call love a forbidden bird,

But why the hell should I think of this,

I am the dove, called ‘damn love’ 
I am waiting for hatred to gimme a kiss,

But remember, if once I go,

I promise your life will never get the glow,

You’ll live in the hell with hate all around,

And you’ll not get a chance even to sniff heaven’s ground……