The Scarlet Marriage

A poem I wrote for a school competition when I was fifteen. (entry rejected :p)

Nested in the blazing sands and dusts of the Thar

Together lived men of all religions and castes

There was a village mosque, and a village temple

Where prayers were offered everyday in ample

They passed each other, and passed a smile

"O! How happy we are!", together they cried

For happy they indeed were, day and night

They shared everything, but never a fight

Those men were 'liberal, noble and good'

God would have blessed them, if he could!

But, alas, in that village lived a couple

Whose love had landed them into trouble

The girl was Allah's own daughter

And the boy was a Hindu follower

But this small difference angered the temple priest

And the outraged mullah condemned the boy's creed

The two 'noble' heads declared a war

And out were drawn lathis, guns and swords

The blood thirsty crowd ran with weapons in hand

The swords rattled away and the guns banged

By the end of the day there was blood everywhere

No mercy shown and no body left to spare

On that bloody evening, sitting on the bloody ground

Was a terrified mother with painful cuts all around

She sat beside her dead children and cried:

"Such a cruel crime in broad daylight!

Bodies were slashed, blood shed, and stones were hurled

They killed the men and violated poor girls

God! You gave them everything, pride and money

But not even an ounce of peace and harmony!"

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