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Aye the naysayers have suddenly started speaking,

And as we held the days they squirmed and squished

But were we going to leave them, no not really.

Leave we did, the happiness the willow

The chatter and some fights with the pillows

The harvest lay dead between puddles of blood
 Betrothed crown, lost jewels torn gown

Are not signs of despair but of power

Of the idea that the real power exists but not here

That the real minds dwell but not here

As the gong strikes ten and

when even hickory dickory dock would be striving for a pen

It would be then just then

When we would be weaving poetry out of thin air

Falling like a deck of carcasses peeled lair by lair

And then those tongues will wag and the tails would sway

Cause oozing stories would belittle sexual fantasies

Happiness would be the malaise and forlorn songs the maladies

Entwined together as bodies with uncles and aunties squirming in their undies

Would we be liberated, maybe, but would they be liberated, definitely

The more the vulgar the shows become the greater a belly now can the audiences fathom

Tarts would no more be misnomers, eunuchs would be respected

Being gay would be vanity, and same sex marriages a sanity

Religion would then no longer be an obligation

Capital would have let gone the punishment

The word rape would only be left in role plays

Mediocrity would create a new merit

Cause happiness wont be subliminal

As and when this happens the world would be out of its rucus

Sadness would not be an alibi

and democracy no more a nude show on exbii

then the thwarters would thwart and critics be criticized

cause that would be then when we would be damned

A hullabaloo of suggestions would now no more be a commotion
A battle of emotions now no more a shame

Infatuation no more a joke but instigation, yes it would definitely be a joke

We would hold hands cause holding hands and kissing wont be a disease

Your caste my caste wont cut us even if we don’t taste the same

Yes our votes may exist with differential agreements like fluid and flame

Bellowing will and wallowing vessels cause my darling

Then  , then someday we would be damned, damned till oblivion

Aye the naysayers have suddenly started speaking,

~Harsha

Written for 3WW