The wind blows softly,

And time stands still.

Ah, the chase of love,

What a daring thrill.

Yet the words cannot be found,

To say what is inside.

To foolish social laws,

You submissively abide.

In wealth you are divided,

A tragedy of caste.

That love shall go unflourished,

In the backdrop of your past.

We live on the bottom dear,

The dirt beneath wealth's feet.

But if it is as you say,

You make her heart complete.

She'll be the one to catch you,

Should you fail or fold.

I implore to you "Go find her"

A treasure you'll behold.

She's your missing piece,

The one you long to see.

Open up your eyes,

In love you two are free.

You, my son, have grown,

And though I be so proud

My heart weeps for you.

For if your love were found.

What would become of her; of you?

Torn apart; not a thread,

Holding your bond together,

Its sanctity dead.

You come to me one day,

A look deep in your eyes.

A lady on your arm.

The hunter found his prize.

I hold you in my arms once more,

"My son" I murmur low.

As sorrow fills my heart

I know he has to go.

And yet the wind blows on

Extinguishing my family as easily as flame,

From the light of a candle.

Love plays a though game.

As long as they are happy

I too will rest with peace.

Maybe someday they'll return,

When conflict comes to cease.

Yet I put away my sorrows,

And focus on these weak,

Conflict-struck lovebirds

To whom I need to speak.

"Fly free like the birds

Dare to touch the sky.

Love's your liberation,

Your heart the solid guide".

"Our time is drawing to a close,

Sun setting on our tale.

Take your lovely lady's hand,

Trust your love won't fail".

"There'll be hell to pay for this,

Go; leave this place.

Hasten before they search

Don't let them see your face".

"For if they saw your both,

Lad, your head be on the line.

You have to flee now,

You're running out of time".

"Son, to the gold horizon go.

A victory love has won.

Over social walls you've climbed.

Rejoice, you two are one".