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Jun 2021
People, they lie
People, they search for uniqueness
All their lives
Until they come across
A boy, fond of pink
And a girl who adores the color blue.

People, they lie
People, they draw and sing
The great melodies of love and life
And write the tragedies themselves
When a man loves a man
When a woman yearns for another.

People, they lie
People, they long to see rainbows
But shun the sight of someone
Painted with the seven pride shades
Calling them a disgrace
As if its theirs to call them by names.

People, living in denial
Understand and accept
There is no them and us
All are humans
There is no difference
All loves love.

-pranj.
Pranjal Singh
Written by
Pranjal Singh  17/F/India
(17/F/India)   
94
   Benzene
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