At long last, Sarika and Sandeep’s lips touched
Sandeep, from a lower caste and Sarika a rich one
They met on a stormy-swept Mumbai night
When Sandeep saved Sarika from a band of pickpockets
Smitten, Sandeep begged for her number and she gave it
Their families were furious when they learned the truth
Such a scandal would rock the town
Sandeep’s father swore and deleted the son’s emails
Sarika’s mother sent her sons to watch her
And she became a prisoner in her own home
Forbidden love only grew that much stronger
Both snuck out of their bedrooms in the sultry nights
Through alleys to meet at their favorite tea shop
Once Sandeep ventured a kiss, but Sarika swatted
She’d kiss him only when they could love in public
Sandeep vowed to earn enough to start a life
Working three jobs to save for brighter days
Sarika secretly helped admit him to a business school
They shared daily stores over tea
One day they confronted their families
Dress in their finest, they declared their love
Their love must be accepted, or they’d run away
The families reluctantly agreed, forced to see the truth
That nothing would separate their love and passion
Resting in a cottage in the countryside, together at last
A new life sealed with a kiss
A classic story well told — I like the ambiguity of the word “resting” near the end of the poem. It adds another layer quite effectively.
Thank you Jacob, I like your stream of consciousness style of writing, even talking about writing itself.