The Flame Within.......

This feeling that burns inside me,                                                  
Makes me dream fantasies of thee,
It burns me to my very soul,
Yet, what keeps me from seeing thou is this wall,
This wall of caste and race,
Only a value of mere face,
What if thee came from a low caste and I from a caste of high?
Everlasting and constant is the love of thee and I;
From my small square window I look at thee every day,
And thee at my eyes in the same way,
Again, the desire of acquaintance burns like a flame,
Yet I am trapped in the fear of blame,
How can one's caste make one low?
It is morals and virtues that make one glow,
Yet of this simple truth, human race will never be aware,
So until we die, to each others' eyes let us stare............