Eyes locked,
Momentarily.
They immediately fathomed,
The unfair consequences.
Diverting their gaze,
They walked past each other.
Wearing grey masks,
Of pretentious indifference.
Ignoring,
Minimally conversing,
Even fighting.
Refusing to drown,
In the unforgiving currents of fate.
Realists, indeed.
A Hindu.
A Muslim.
Indifference wasn't enough.
Sleepless nights,
Finding reasons to hate each other.
Yearning freedom,
From the painful proximity,
The insurmountable pull.
As they moved on,
With what was left of life,
And numbed hearts.
They were good.
But Time conspired,
With a vengeful Fate,
To get back at them.
A chance meeting.
Eyes locked yet again,
They smelt something funny,
A deep seated sense of decay.
Reeking corpse,
Of their untold love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Religious constraints preventing true love to blossom. The conundrum well articulated. Thanks