Gone are the days,

where the souls behind the beauty were celebrated.

Because of them,

the handsome crowds once rejuvinated.

Where peace lingered

and no harm was evoked.

Where none were engendered,

a few provoked.

Now remains the illusions

of the brave and fearless.

Rendered by the procrastinations

of the feeble and the mindless.

But hope will soon illuminate.

Grounds will shatter upon which,

the wide chested fraudulants imitate,

Whiteness will gain back it’s purity,

Once again will be glorified,

the woman’s serenity. 

-Purva Abhyankar


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