Not all live as they claim to be.
Not all are blind, who cannot see.
Not all are deaf, who cannot hear.
Not all are far, who are not near.
What is six to you, is nine to me.
What you hate, is fine to me.
How could one thing change years we spent together?
No peacock danced in one color or a single feather.
Why should I want, what is your need?
Unless, changing my hunger becomes your only greed!
I have my faith and you have yours.
Why should that be our friendship clause?
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