The first time I noticed him, I knew I had fallen for him.
Gradually and haltingly my dummy heart needed him.
My mind contravene not to fall but this poor heart sacrificed.
His laughter perfectly embedded in my consciousness and frequently meeting for a tryst.
We were aware of that burgeoning love,
Contemplating our future and enjoying that turtledove.
With all the chaos and differences attachment found its place.
That distress found deep within happiness,
With that booming acceptableness.
Who knew about the demon 'Caste',
Where all the struggle trashed.
Hopes shattered and this caste ridden society triumphed,
With shedding tears all dreams came to an end.
Broken hearts and immolating aspirations where both have to say 'Goodbye'.
The merriment turned into gloominess,
United by love but apportioned by caste.
Hope this wind of caste end someday,
Where nobody is scared to love and all religion restrained to one religion which is 'The religion of Love'.
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