Caste

With you besides, I believed in heaven
and there was heaven beneath my feet
There was fragrance, fragrance everywhere
and my life tasted so sweet

Then one day, you said I was not of your caste
and that I should forget our love
because your dad would not approve
No matter whether my love was true

I listened to you as you bid good bye
with smile in my lips and tears in my eye
A grief so unforgiving I could not contain
I wondered if I would feel alive again

Now, tell me the religion of the tears I weep
Or the caste of the broken heart I keep
Tell me the creed of the pain I endure
My blood and tears are same and pure