And the garrison your stardom ;
Where the prison wall is free;
Where the womb is unfettered
Not broken up by crevices of divorce
And prejudices of nuptial knot;
Where golden words come out of the psyches of not a narrow minded ilks of psychopaths;
Where open spaces and close spaces are not endangered by specious ilks of claustrophobic and agoraphobiac argots;
Where lost streams of the rivers and streak of lightning haven't found their way back to resonance;
Where tireless striving for freedom fail to debunk sacred oaths and reach moral perfection of umbilical freedom;
Where the deserted minds keep creaping not into the sand dunes;
Where above all roses of the sky cling to the granary of golden hills for everlasting relief.
O brethren where is your beautiful fortress?
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