Our beautiful story of love was spread
You were my mentor, my bestest of friend
Senses of you controlled my mind
I was a worshiper lost in divine.
The fault was love, intensity and pace
You were crazy and I was insane
Pointed fingers we ignored it all
Had utmost faith for love wont fall.
For you were Muslim and I was Hindu
whole community was against, except a few
The result of love was well known in advance
When tried eloping, were shot in a glance.
Were we supposed to be burnt and dead ?
Was our story a normal trend ?
Why these people pay no heed ?
Why were we left only to bleed ?
Now, the ashes of you and me
lie on the floor carefree
people look and walk away
Is this the love we are taught today ?