Once I tried to write a prose of gay,
Not of bliss,
But of love,
But after the first page it was nay.
Cause they made eyes mist,
Not of joy,
But of loathe,
When the boys kiss.
"Love is beautiful"
People said.
Feeling mirthful,
When they mate.
Yet when mates of
Same sex comes together,
They become bitter and
It is a put off, taboo.
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