Gondhali, smearing some haldi
On grooms to be
For the world to see
We are gondhali by name,
Taking our time to go insane,
In our holy mother's name
We announce our devotedness
We are yearning for attention
But only the divine kind
We are waiting for perfection
For enlightening our minds
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The egg, bound to smash,
Would release the bird within
But the shell has to die
And suffer the illusion of pain
Fights for the soul are as such futile,
They are only won,
By avoiding them
I see another, bird enter a cage
And await the spikes to pierce
The spike comes down,
But the bird goes on, staring in disbelief
I asked the bird, if he can extract,
This straw of deadly pain
And choose quick surgery,
Over slow death
The human mind, feeble,
As I have seem my own
Chooses slow sweet poison
Over quick bitter medicine
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