An Incomplete Love Story
AN INCOMPLETE LOVE STORY
In the spring fair she went for the wheel ride
a bit nervous, bubbling with excitement.
A stranger, he gently sat by her side,
she eyed him briefly, found his look decent.
The wheel turned, on the descent gave sharp jerk,
shaken, she clutched his shoulder with her arms.
He held her as the wheel stopped at end mark.
Thus began a love story full of charms.
They knew one can't live without the other.
Orthodox social dogma intervened,
caste feud shattered their dreams altogether.
Incomplete love followed the course ordained.
They chose then to lie on the railway track,
complete the love elsewhere, they won't come back.
(This is a true story)
July 15. 2018
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