pink box


I woke up one morning

and I had this gift,

present from my fairy.

A pink box and a paper.

Paper was blank, and what was the box?

Let me present my meaning of the box

to the box.

But wait, I have just found it,

let me understand it a bit.

So I learned and learned alot.

from school to college,

from love to hate,

from religion to science,

from nature to imagination.

The more I learned, more I felt contaminated.

I have learned to make differences.

And now i feel less human.

And still i couldn't understand my gift,

my pink box.

now i even doubt its existence.

so let me present it to someone, who is away from prejudice,

and if she could give it a meaning.



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