without walls and latch
where none is the owner,
all inmates its tenants
never wrangling
about ritual curtains
or cacophony of tongues-
where nobody keeps scores,
aspires to be rich
or is afraid of losing,
each lives full fed free
on truth grown mead.peace
at its centre, all faces
inhabit in harmony
to mind and heart of differences.
inside in appearance
different human chandeliers,
in essence intimacy
that love makes them glow
as man’s eternal aspiration.

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