we are all born beautiful

in those days when the stupid sages

of the african gods condemmed the

twins and even the wife of the

chief priests had not to wear black

but realise that pain is love,many

more even were slain upon the timely

and untimely blade of civilization.see

how even if not most charming every

soul is handed a life,the minds blow

in misery ,although the rain be droughted

and the altitude be grossly getting cold

one oversized nose should not be jestered

upon the thought of what lurks in the

eyes of a nightingale or voice like

it, is the stale fate of lying in state