Ishq ki Ijaazat

By Satyanshu Singh and Devanshu Singh

Let love be my right,

No longer a crime

Accept us as your own,

It’s the call of our times.

Perhaps He has answers,

Who made us as one.

Yet are of different hues

Are our passions spun.

And you deride us,

Of nature we ain’t

For you are the masses

And our numbers faint.

So we’ll barter for Love

Your Gods and your saints.

The passage of age drips

Painted with our please

But you did not relent

The slander never ceased.

You who want to change us,

Answer us please

Where is the justice

In your blind reproval?

In fear-draped cocoons

Hidden we’ve lain

Under archaic curtains

That color our pain

Now banish these laws

Unshackle these chains

Now treat us like equals

Embraced without blame.

Accept us as your own,

It’s the call of our times.

When has Love played

by the rules of faith?

Or chained the helpless

And made caste its wraith?

Or stood bounded by borders

Or the travails of age?

Then why are we singled

To be stopped by your rage?

This meeting of hearts,

Your blessings can tether.

You and we, all in love

Celebrating together.

So accept us as yours,

It’s the need of the times.

Let love be my right,

No longer a crime

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