Love Dishonoured Poem by Prabhakar Subramaniam

Think of the times
I may have stared at death
In the womb, as a newborn,
Growing up half-starved,
Worrying, the school doors
Could be shut anytime
If I was stalked,
Always under watch
Lest my heart
Give me wings
A whiff of the sky
Till one day, like the first woman
I did eat the forbidden fruit
Crossing a blood bar
That abhorred miscegenation
Listening to the whispers of life
And brought their wrath
Upon our heads;
This time death's wings
Flapped so close
When they dishonoured my love
Bloodied my own garden of Eden
I lost all fear, of father, or family or God.