both have grown taller
old memories still testing their valor,
memories of devilish beheading
or of inhumane burning alive in fire standing,
memories of bhraman ‘romeos’ who craved
for kayasth ‘juliets’, separation they both braved
memories of those who couldn’t validate their devotion
before an invalid custom, a baseless notion
memories of those who never forgot a date
to stealthily admire their love, to meet their mate
memories of those whose eyes reached there
where stood their love in a crowded village fair
memories of those who ran with their love, for their loyalty
only to delay their subjection to cruelty
memories of those, whose parents
found their honor in slaying their own blood
...they both have grown young
stealthily but truly, their love sung
only to return the honor of their creators
of their parents, of their begetters
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