Love, Caste and Religion
Only if love was welcomed
Only if love was accepted, embraced
And not running away from a hateful chase
The love of Romeo and Juliet wouldn’t have ended in teenage
Qays wouldn’t have become Majnu had Laila been freed from her parental cage
Sassi would have loved her beloved had she not been a victim of the sectical rage
Ranjha wouldn’t have become a hermit and killed himself
Had Heer not been a sufferer of rampage
All these years, since centuries nothing has changed but people’s age
Put this centuries and decades aside
Let’s talk about the current honor killings and painful divides
I have one question in my mind
Why one belongs to one’s kind?
Someone is Christian, someone is Hindu
His name is Sebastian, her name is Bindu
No one chose their caste and religion
No one knows why they follow a particular tradition
We all close our eyes and join our hands
The way to pray is same across all the lands
Some wear white and some wear black
The thread of the cloth is the same intact.
Had you been given choice, what will you choose?
Will you remain the same or become a different personality?
No one has the answer to this, that’s the beautiful reality.
Just because your ancestors were one
You are acting the same
They still had some sense, you are acting insane
My dear, true religion has love as its name.
There is no shame
There is no shame in falling in love
There is no shame in accepting your love
There is no shame in taking a stand for your love.
Just rise above all these mediocre mindsets
Don’t get trapped in their complex irrational nets
Because the stage is set
All you need to do is to ignite the fire.
The horde in front is a bunch of manipulative lairs
Gone are the days when love stories bite the dust on bookshelves
This time either you win or they lose themselves.