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A thousand flowers sprout in the bosom The dreams of the years gone now subdued In the wake of reality that descends Like waves after waves on the shore
Many colors and hues now dried The color of the rainbow appearing dull Which once was a fairy tale To change the gender it was once said Cross over the rainbow
The desire was not a deal as bad Only raised and not loved in the world So dominant by the other gender
The uncertainty of future with its dragon teeth Love’s mast is the only way to sail Through the murky waters
Having loved then for years and years The lover, the husband, brother and son Still in search of recognition of my love In the man’s hand is my piece of bread
In the world of natural selection When survival of the fittest is the rule Braved have I the way for a living in harmony Carry not I the gun nor do I have a doctrine
Who shall then fight for my freedom forbidden Love is the last hope as the trees and vegetables Only that I shed tears and sighs of the brutality The civilization has dawned on me my destruction
Greater is the temptation for when I am hungry Sell my body or what do I give in legacy To the younger little girls who look at me For inspiration when love stands abandoned
Rise women of the world for let’s change the destiny Of our lives and future and not to be consumed By hollow words of love without any meaning 18/9/2008
Sadiqullah Khan
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