Ill-Fated Love

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

doomed they were, for their castes differed,

never could they be married,

never could he kiss her as his bride,

burden of generations carried,

.

the night lilies held them together,

drawing strings of affection,

as they wept for their ill-fated love,

and their families’ fraction,

.

embracing her lover, she declared her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a beautiful sight,

.

midnight beckoned them to return,

tear to shreds, their bond,

he looked into her eyes gone crimson,

reflection of a bloody pond,

.

two souls entwined, not letting go,

his rigid shoulders in her arms,

circling the round of his head, she shrieked,

seeing the people coming in swarms,

.

they looked at the approaching mass,

speechless of their crime,

for they had exchanged their hearts,

keeping it hidden all this time,

.

embracing her lover, she clung to her love,

beneath the starry night,

whence the crescent moon hung on the sky,

it was a sorrowful sight,

.

washed afar in the river, they had bled together,

lifeless bodies’ gone pale white,

in death they were together, as they were in life,

their tale hereby I write

.

* Okay, this was meant to be a ballad. Written in consideration of dverse Form for All.

** This poem is in some way reference to honor killing, which is still prevalent here. Many lovers are being killed by their own families, because it is not acceptable by the rules of their particular castes and especially when the ill-fated couple doesn’t belong to the same caste. I am sick of this mentality and there seems to be no change coming. I have recently heard of yet another murder because of the same reason just yesterday and I feel disgusted.

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