On a pleasant summer morning did they meet,
In contrast were her pretty pigtails to his shabby hair,
As their mothers stopped by each other to greet,
“Hello!” said he, but, she bothered not to care.
Walk they did to the school every day;
Their parents’ gossip punctuating their stoic silence,
“Hello!” said she, extending her friendship one day,
Elated was he at being no more just an acquaintance.
A blooming relationship nurtured them,
As pigtails transformed into plaits; shabby hair got parted with love.
Cocooned were they, ignorant of the imminent mayhem,
Sharing sweet nothings while struck from the Cupid’s bow.
In ways unfathomable, did their love manifest deep and strong;
Their hearts constantly beating together in unison,
Only when riots broke out, did they realise their wrong,
As perceived by their communities as treason.
Live as one they wanted to, yet, destiny changed its path;
Sinners were they chastised as, when acceptance they implored.
“Love you, Jodha,” whispered he before their last breath,
“Jodha Akbar,” smiled she; their love immortalised.
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