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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