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Queer are the ways of human beings,That etch the pages-A play of tragedy and comedyWoven thro' the heights and depthsOf surging endeavour.Calls that chases the openingsBows before the gate of charity and gratitude.Teasing and compelling,Struggling in situationsThat marks and blots the leavesTo emerge from the situationOf nobilityUnscratched--At the hour of lasting farewell.
While walking thro' a deserted lane,A veil of darkness fell across.Like a sudden lightwening and thunder,The door bolts itselfFar away from visibility.In the period of submission,Lay an ordeal.Flicker of lightFalls from the candle,It's rays drew the veil--A picture of brutal assault.Fluttering between life and death,Destructive intuition of the upsurging elementsSpread wide to mutilateThe complex patternOf human rights.
Look around in delightThen hold your breathFor a moment of respite.Patience that pinch your nerves,Bubbles with inquisitivenessTo reach out for the secretThey lay buried for generations--In the depths lieThe mystery.Missing link that chases in pursuitThe theories of the mind,Intensifies deeperAnd weighs uponYour patience and perseverence.Hold in patience-whenItself unfolds the secretIn all probability.
A sitution by the stroke of fate--Not the blue bloodOr of a low cast, Nor the difference in colour,Cast and creed.Blood just remains the sameFor all alike.Years of crushed miseryAnd intended slaveryEvolved the classOf working men.Drawing a line betwixIs to cast your belongingsTo the pyre.Once born, they workTo live a honest life.A perfect co-existencePrevailWhen the intelligenceBuilt by bravery and hardworkBear fruit.Some who work in shadeAnd some toil in the sun.