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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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