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Lovers In The Falls Dying

The king of smiles in his woolen whites,
Staring at death from hydro heights.
The Sunshine of his life, in her Salwar yellow,
Wondering what drove them here and how.

Two years back, in a fruit juice shop,
their hearts had met and had begun to hop.
She ran to her dad, her love she confessed,
'Dear daughter I know, how he is to be addressed.'

In the twelve months that followed, he was threatened and hit,
In an effort to reason, the couple ran out of their wit.
Through the next one year as their love ascended,
'we'll live or leave, as one', they surrendered.

On a Monday morning, a death note back home recorded,
They arrived at the falls, to watch their love get rewarded.
Laughed with the fisher men, played with the kids,
Made love and to love after death, they bid.

As they dressed back and walked to the edge,
and stuttered through their planned love pledge,
He carved their names on the bark of a tree,
And counted with tension, one two and three.

Jumped with hands holding each other's tight,
but got separated half way through their flight.
She was torn into pieces, scarf found later in a ranch,
He was alive trying to kill himself, while stuck on a tree branch.

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