A SACRED LOVE

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In 2018,the supreme court of India decriminalised homosexuality by declaring section 377 of Indian penal code. Despite those legal movements in favor of LGBT rights, there remains a significant amount of homophobia in our population, objecting the LGBT rights. That's why most LGBT people in India remain closeted, fearing discrimination from their families, who might find this shameful.
Google says 'LOVE' is a complex set of emotions, behaviours and beliefs associated with strong feelings of affection, protectiveness, warmth and respect for another person.
 Is there any mention about the Gender?
No.
So why are we defining love on the basis of Gender, race, religion and sexuality?
Here I present a piece of my writing which is something I felt about those sacred loves which are  closeted by the cheap mentality of our society. This is not intended to harm anybody's personal choice but to clear the blurry thoughts of the society. 
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 A SACRED LOVE 

We want to get lost in the deepest woods
Leaving behind all the digs
Where our love won't be criticised,
We want to get lost in the misty rain
Where our problems will be washed away
And each drop will carry happiness,
We want to get lost  in the rainbow
Where our anomalies can't be traced among those vibrant hues
And our love will shine in the clear blue sky,
We want to get lost deep in the ocean
Where our love will remain untouched
Like the little sea weeds,
We want to get lost in the darkness
Where all those negativities will be lost with the dusk
And our ineffable love will shine like a heavenly body,
We want to get lost alone in our thoughts
Far away from any fear of loosing our bond
Where our puzzled souls can meet for eternity,
We want to get lost in the unknown dusty road
Where the uncertainty will lead to a serene end
And the tough journey will furnish our bond,
We want to disappear with the fresh morning breeze
Which will heal all our brutal wounds
Spreading the fragrance of our admirable passion,
We want to create a beautiful world
Where our love won't be judged by our genders
Where humanity will be praised
Where we won't be questioned by others
And our lost story will meet it's fate. 

                   [ picture courtesy- Google]

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