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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,