Shayari Bazar

Love has never been about the genes,But about beauty, and unforgiving grace.The wolf that suckled Romulus and RemusHad nothing in her heart but wrenching joy.Oh, yes, of course, love also is a means,Serving the survival of the race.But more, it is a longing that redeems us,An end itself no ending can destroy.And so it is with mothers who love childrenNot of their flesh, but of their nurturing.The origin fades, the years of love remainVivid in the background of a life.For Rome, the wolf will always be its kindred,Ancestor who took fate’s offeringAnd made it hers through sacrifice and pain,The legacy that would her long days light.