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A feeling, love it epitomised, Once, just once i descried. A girl kissing her beloved admiringly, Her hand brushing her each hairstrand singly. Oh yes, yes you heard me right, She canoodled her girl beneath the moonlight. Soon they parted, As if something is erroneous, Incorrect is not them, It's our belief that is fallacious. They aren't unlike, they aren't mistaken, They just need a law which is left untaken How can they be dissimilar? When the word *****means 'same' How can they be different While the similar feeling they claim! Wrong are those laws, Disallowing to choose who you wanna be with, We the people have flaws, Tagged 'ADVANCED' with the same old myth! The waves loved the shore, But were forced into the sea, Yet they chase back each moment, Just for the sake of their glee! -shrutika kahale