Do you think of me, I wonder,
At the same time I think of you,
Since our parents locked us,
To feed their egos.
Do you cry like me?
Or your tears have soaked up,
When they overlooked love,
In the shadows of different castes.
Are you filled with hatred like me?
For those, who refused to,
Open their minds to accept,
What’s genuine over social stigmas.
Are you starving like me?
Because you don’t feel like eating,
And your parents still thinking,
About their reputation if we get married.
Does the sun shine there?
The way it shines here,
Asking for brightening up,
The life that has been fade.
Have dark clouds drifted across the sky?
The way it appears here,
Informing our parents, how they have
Drifted across the beauty of love.
Does the sun set there?
Without displaying colors on sky,
Suggesting how ugly it becomes,
If there are no colors of love in life.
Is the moon too bright there?
Trying to glow the earth,
Though he knows he can’t,
But giving us a hope in darkness.
Does the wind thrashes?
On closed doors and closed windows,
Indicating oppression can’t shatter,
And has no effects on the power of love.
The crazy fact is,
Do birds chirp there?
The way they chirp here,
Asking for liberation,
Of birds who have been caged.
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