Being tacit and taciturn was my trademark,
Residing in the quixotic world with a closed cork.
I was roaming in the orb of my solitude,
To some extent, to my soul, I was rude.
Then a seraph came who pulled me out,
Flowers of intimacy began to sprout.
It was an elegant aurora of a gleaming weal,
This was the only thing that I didn’t want to reveal.
Suddenly a zephyr came and shattered the arrangement,
All the flowers of fragrant calix lost their scent.
The relationship was accepted by no one on this earth,
And kneeling is taught to a girl, from her birth.
My best efforts could not change the society’s trend,
Alas! I LOST MY FRIEND…!!!
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