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Fortunate to have been
betrothed to my childhood love,
truly a pure bliss that I could ask.
But a notion
that's frowned upon
in my village up to many centuries.
A marriage in love is impure,
while a marriage that is arranged is
pure they say,
because the blessings of elders in all is
to be given first they say.

We still instead, fell in love,
but knew that a secret
to keep was a must, as elders
around us considering this a taboo
would make sure we learn
the terrible consequences.

In fear yet in love,
we snuck out at night. The thrill
of seeing each other despite
being forbidden before marriage
made it all the more beautiful.
Stolen kisses and hugs,
with a lingering promise
of one day being in each other's arms.

On one such night,
after our secret rendezvous,
Her family catching her red-handed,
beat her to death.
As the name of the family
is mighty significant than shame!
They said.

I lost her, I lost my love!
She took away my soul
along with her and now
empty as I am,...