The hold of the well off
over the less well off,
The right of the white
over the black,
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I have never known this flowerlike girl
Never have I bothered of those two-wheeler invitations.
For, this mobility is nothing short of menace
Parents are at times pitiless sinners.
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These nights are brighter like butterflies
Never are they cool, nor quite either.
They go tapping and beating
in hearts and thoughts alike.
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A bird is hardly heard
This December is cold, too
Like the last one that
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It is a holy mission to this holy soil
That unfortunately lies ripped and spoilt
Of vicious designs and their divisive orders.
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Though not many do
This creed is fun.
Any one ‘thinking’
holds this ‘word-do’.
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The in-thing
The in-thing in things
Of all makes, live and not,
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Living in pain is no better than mere living
Reasons for worship are many
So are the reasons for our faith.
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It is ridiculous
The way people respond.
Whether it is of buying a car
Or of curing a head ache
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