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Jan 2021
When we met,
We fell in love,
For me you were the world,
For you I was the destination.

Our journey began against all odds,
We were separated by religion,
In the country we lived it was the biggest sin
To be Hindu and Muslim
To be in love
To marry
To Think of living together.
We did all!


We fought with the society,
We fought with our parents,
We made
New friends
New home
New life
Thus Began...

For you I was your destination,
For me you were my world.
For us we were complete.

That day too...
We were coming home,
In the train that ran at high speed and in rain,

I asked you again
Am I still beautiful?
You said, you know none better than me.

I asked you again, are there any regrets?
You said, none that you could pen.

I asked you again, am I still your final destination?
You said, you will never need a new one ever.

You hugged me,
And
Kissed me tight
And
Then suddenly you

Pushed me outside
I died on spot,
You moved away with train,
I was left in the rain.

You have made me a final destination indeed,
At
The Tomb stone in Kabristan!

Sparkle In Wisdom
30/1/2021
I read in news a month ago, a Hindu-Muslim matter couple were travelling in a train(Mumbai local) and boy hugged and kissed the girl and pushed her to death. A lady saw this, called the police and boy was arrested at next strain. The girl died on the spot.

Kabristan is the name of  Muslim graveyard in India.

Rest is fiction.
Sparkle in Wisdom
Written by
Sparkle in Wisdom  43/F/West Africa
(43/F/West Africa)   
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     Valsa George and Thomas W Case
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