Forbidden Love: A Tale of Casteism and Discrimination

My love, my heart, my everything,
I am but a lowly shudra, unworthy of your kin,
An outcast, a reject, a thorn in their side,
A love that must be hidden, a love that cannot abide.

Our love was like a garden, with flowers and trees,
A place where we could be together, where we could be free.
But like a serpent in the grass, their judgment lurked,
Their venomous words stung us, our love left hurt.

Like a tiger in the jungle, I roared with passion,
But your family saw me as a mere insect, a distraction.
Like a tree in the forest, my love grew strong and tall,
But their hatred cut me down, and I began to fall.

Our love would be a tale of woe,
Like Shakuntala and Dushyanta, whose love was not meant to flow.
Or like Laila and Majnu, whose love was pure and true,
But society's expectations tore them apart, leaving them blue.

I am but a poor man's son, a tenant, a landless peasant,
And you, my love, are a princess, a beauty, a present.
But the world does not see us as equals, our love is taboo,
And so we must say goodbye, and bid our love adieu.

May your new lover be like a lotus, pure and serene,
And may your parents' chosen one treat you like a queen.
May he love you more than I ever could, and never cause you pain,
And may your life be full of joy, with sunshine and rain.

As for me, I will forever be alone, like a lone wolf,
Never again to feel the warmth of love, or hear a heart's aloof.
But I will cherish our memories, like a garden in bloom,
And in my heart, our love will forever consume.

I will remember the way your eyes shone like stars,
The way your laughter sounded like a melody from afar.
I will remember the way you held my hand so tight,
The way you whispered sweet nothings, in the moonlight.

Our love was like a wildflower, fragile and free,
But society's norms and traditions did not agree.
Our love was like a bird, soaring high in the sky,
But the weight of their expectations made us fall and die.

I will remember the moments we shared, like a memory lane,
The way we danced under the stars, in the pouring rain.
I will remember the way we talked, like two old friends,
The way we hugged each other, till the bitter end.

Our love was like a river, flowing with grace,
But their hatred and bigotry polluted our space.
Our love was like a flame, burning bright and true,
But their cold hearts extinguished it, without a clue.

I will remember you, my love, like a work of art,
A masterpiece, a treasure, close to my heart.
I will remember the way you loved me, like a rare gem,
And though we must part, I will always cherish them.

Our love was like a pearl, precious and rare,
But their caste system and discrimination did not care.
Our love was like a rose, beautiful and pure,
But their prejudice and intolerance made it obscure.

As I walk away from you, my heart is heavy,
Like a storm cloud hanging low, dark and dreary.
My eyes are filled with tears, like a monsoon rain,
As I realize our love was fleeting, like a summer's day.

I will miss the sound of your laughter, like a songbird's tune,
The way you danced in the fields, under the harvest moon.
I will miss the touch of your lips, like a sweet nectar,
The way you held me close, in a loving gesture.

Our love was like a butterfly, delicate and rare,
But their prejudices and biases did not care.
Our love was like a tree, strong and true,
But their rigid caste system made it taboo.

I hope you find happiness, like a blooming flower,
In a life free from pain, like a tranquil bower.
May you find a love that is accepted, like a dove,
And may it fill your heart with joy, like a treasure trove.

As for me, I will carry your memory, like a precious gem,
In a heart that beats for you, like a requiem.
I will live my life alone, like a solitary tree,
But I will always cherish our love, like a legacy.

Our love may have been forbidden, like a wild fruit,
But it was pure and true, like a hidden root.
And though we must part, like two rivers that diverge,
Our love will remain, like a timeless urge.

I know that our love was doomed, like a dying flame,
But I still cling to hope, like a moth to a flame.
Perhaps one day, the world will change, like a turning tide,
And our love will be accepted, like a bride.

Until then, I will carry your memory, like a talisman,
And dream of a future where we can be together, like a caravan.
I will pray for your happiness, like a devout priest,
And hope that one day, our love can be released.

Our love may have been stifled, like a withering flower,
But it was pure and true, like a holy bower.
And though we must part, like two stars that diverge,
Our love will remain, like a timeless urge.

Farewell, my love, my heart, my life,
May your future be free from pain and strife.
And though we must part, like two ships in the night,
Our love will remain, like a beacon of light.

As I bid you farewell, my love, my heart,
I am filled with sorrow, like a world torn apart.
My soul is heavy, like a stone in the river,
As I realize our love was doomed, like a lost endeavor.

I will miss your touch, your anger , your jokes, your pinch , your laughter,
Like a desert misses the rain, a farmer misses the pasture.
I will miss the way we talked, the way we shared,
Like a traveler misses the road, a poet misses the word.

Our love was like a flame, burning bright and strong,
But society's norms and traditions proved us wrong.
Our love was like a bird, soaring high in the sky,
But the weight of their expectations made us die.

I hope you find a love that is true, like a diamond,
A love that will bring you joy, like a sweet tympanum.
May you find a partner who will cherish you, like a rare gem,
And may your love be blessed, like a diadem.

As for me, I will carry your memory, like a keepsake,
And cherish the moments we shared, like a keepsake.
I will live my life alone, like a hermit in the woods,
But I will always love you, like a work of goods.

Our love may have been forbidden, like a sacred tree,
But it was pure and true, like a gentle breeze.
And though we must part, like two ships in the night,
Our love will remain, like a timeless light.





NB : This poem has been written for Mr. TT, a Hindu friend from Assam who shared his tragic story with the author while they were studying together at North Eastern Hill University, Shillong in 2013. Mr. TT shared his heart-breaking story again before he recently passed away, inspiring the author to pen this poem in his memory.


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