Monday, 13 September 2010


The couple relive a nightmare
A jinxed existence of despair
Perhaps long known
But ignored
In the spur of the sublime moment
Of fervent desire
The couple have forsaken
The rosy days
The fragrance of romance
Of togetherness
In the lap of the blue hills
The star filled nights
When the crescent moon
Descends from
Her silver throne
To grace the union of souls
The couple with a dreadful sin
Of marrying out of kin
Lurk around in shadows deep
Like a pair of fugitives
In fear of being seen
And slaughtered in the name
Of honour
By their own kith and kin.

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