I have my own house,
My body is my house.
I am here in my house,
I call it my Temple,
I call it my Church,
I call it my Mosque,
I call it my Namghar.
Intolerance is in me,
I desire everything,
But I go with nothing.
I am the gateway of all,
I am the flower to bloom,
I am the sun to rise.
I am embracing everyone,
But none is there to
Understand me.
I am my perfume,
I am my happiness,
But intolerance is everywhere,
And I am the victim.
I am the full moon,
I respect and honour
Everyone's tune.
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