Hey! I can't breathe officer!
That's not the weight of thy knees;
The weight of pride and arrogance
The load of white on coloured skin
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There is a breakneck competition
To be decorated as good or great
With some self maneuvered projected traits
Synchronous moves are made asynchronous
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Some may agree
Some would certainly disagree
A few would bunk off and scurry
Some may try to wink and bury
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I wish not to find it under the trees
No! Never behind the walls
of decorated Monasteries
Church, Gurudwara, or Temple Mount
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On the vast canvas of Eulogy
Amid riot of complex colours
Million claps and noxious traps
Equivocal gestures of appreciation
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There comes a time…!
When nothing Disturbs one any more
Seasonal changes or social upheavals
Hypocrite ruler or helpless populace
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When you are engulfed in hopelessness
And the darkness frightens all around
Don't lose your heart!
Stop a while to look back
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Sweetness of love so sweet to say
To repel all darkness afar yesterday
The air fills with a captivating fragrance
Of passion, of pleasure and of romance
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I wanted to Sink In your love
Never knew…
There was venom on your lips
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