Forbidden Love

 My dear readers,

to thee I implore

you must imagine 

70's India; to explore

depths of this tale of those times,

narrated to me on reportedly true lines.

Actors of this story-

Deepa and Ravi.

She was gorgeous and elegant

draped in silk saree;

tied in chignon were her tresses

walked the stunning beauty

 as the world confesses. 

Tall and dark with soulful eyes

he was simple; as a man could've been,

singing lovelorn songs

while playing his mandolin.

Both attended the same college,

he was her senior as per my knowledge.

One day while sitting under a cherry tree

he played melancholy love songs aplenty,

one of them struck a chord in her heart,

well! that's how my friends, this tale had its start. 

One glance it took

 for them to know, 

they were meant to be together

so they went with the flow-

Storm of feelings brewing in their 

hearts, sparks flew in the air,

they felt ever so connected

in that electric atmosphere.

Finally, to express such complicated emotion

they were compelled to resort to the age-old tradition

of exchanging love borne letters, I know not through who,

addressing each other as Dharmendra and Saira Banu.

Days wore on, by now everyone knew

the couple was together and deeper their love grew.

But attention! my readers, the time was not true,

Alas! comes a plot twist, 

as their love couldn't endure even a year or two,

they were to fight against the society's view.

Taken from each other they were thrown apart,

both their families had played their part.

Unable to go against her loved ones

she was forced to marry a wealthy man-

respecting her decision, he stayed mum 

shrouded in grief concurred with her plan.

She tried her best to start afresh

a marriage to save, a new bond to mend.

But, each time her trials fell short

until slowly her reality started to distort.

Meanwhile, afar he was left alone,

hurt and broken, vanished into oblivion

and within him a terrible disease had grown.

Erelong, on his door 

was knocking death,

he wrote her a letter

before drawing his last breath;

Said he,"O' my sweet angel,

I shall wait for you in that place,

where no one cared for cast and race,

all that'd matter is love and grace!"

Now that's how my fellows,

this story came to an end.

I hope they met and their souls transcend-

to a realm which was more

just and even,

for no matter how much

 the world is at odds-

Some bonds are truly forged in heaven.