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why oh why do i feel this way,
still no matter how powerful-will i sway.

am i wrong to give in to whims and fancy,
or has this been the path to self discovery..

only time and tide that got no wait,
will soon befall my restless fate.

when good is not good enough cause of the discrimination round you,
you say why oh why and push/pass/get on through.

as intuition drowns under privacies criss-crossed, hoping for better views you went, okay sir-yes-sir Mrs. Boss.

as the whites don't cook and the blacks all charr,
remind yourself it's the middle that browns sahi se yaar.

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