This is love

Under certain social compulsions,
We are away from each other against our wishes.

I see you behind the glass door,
Wish to tell you whatsoever my heart ponders,
Open my mouth and shout out in loud,
But my words bounce back from the blockade,
I feel helpless and in annoyance punch the barricade.

I see your efforts to grasp my narrations,
I know you don't understand much of my expressions,
But  you  try to hide your helplessness, emotions,
Convey that all is well there and you understand my emotions,
A dry smile spread over my lips.

This is love my dear heart.
To give away everything,
Even without getting anything,
To feel rich and satisfied,
Even after everything is looted.