Dear readers,

Here is a poetic letter, turned into song, entitled: “Commandos of the lovers”

 

You never told me, my mother
That happiness does not rise
When your heirs are came
On the one Indian caste of Parias

You never told me, my father
A man, which I disliked
He wanted enter me into a caste
That family indian of Vannyars

I met a man I loved
Whether he is Vannyars or Parias
In poverty or riches
I’ll marry with my choice

Why, mother and father
Brothers and sisters, moved with anger
Denouncing lost honor or any land
Enraged, hateful, with spread guns
Now you want to murder us (…)

The poetic letter is on the site of poetry: The free thoughts

Thank you for your fidelity.

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