A Tale Of Love - Poem by Roopa Menon
In a small town lived a young girl,
Who had a very sweet name called “Furl”
She was very gentle and delectable
Exceedingly gorgeous and affable,
In the same town there lived “Ram”, a young man,
A little tea shop he ran.
Both fell in love with each other,
About consequences they didn’t bother.
Both were of different religions,
Born in diverse regions.
In this malicious society of nation,
There is a lot of racial discrimination.
It is a universal tradition,
That girl and boy marry only of same religion.
The society made Ram and Furl separate,
And thus bad luck struck their fate.
They both thought,
About their life a lot
And decided if not live with each other,
Then why not die together?
The next morning’s rising sun,
Saw the dead couple, making everyone stun.
Thus, the lovers had to die,
Due to social religion’s tie.
Let us shatter all religious rifts,
And consider each other as God’s gift.
Let us cut the bonds of caste and race,
And eliminate inhumanity’s every trace,
So that no couple is alienated again,
On no account do they die again.
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