Passing by those murky lanes filled with the fragrance of desire
Echoing voices loathing the ever-burning lover’s pyre
The last words written on the walls of the infamous street
The chained souls died apart and longed to meet
Passing by those murky lanes, warned by the restless passers-by
Never to pass the limit and let my desires die
Forbidden desires are all I have to live for
Not ashamed of being beaten, stoned or called a whore
If death is the only answer of my love to survive
Let another lover burn of being a love deprive
Passing by those murky lanes, listening to the hymns of peace
The humans, animals and “love-haters” enchanted by peace
Enraged with disbelief, questioning the existence of peace
Will there be peace if at all the love is allowed to cease??
The twilight bewitched brightened the walls of the infamous streets
A second tale was written of the lover who never meets
Lying unfazed, numb, breathless, they vow to die
Only to narrate the tale to every lover who crosses the streets
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