It must be calloused and bleeding,
What if I paint about it with golden hues?
Then would it be receding?
A one-legged ostrich lays its eggs
Come rain or storm
And that is how we came about
When it was time to be born.
There are many hymns chanted together
Like the anthem of love and life,
And there is vigour in community
And inspiration in this rhyme.
Sometimes our thoughts waver
From the lofty lovely goal,
And that's when you can hold my hand
So that we can ease many wounds.
Together we are stronger,
Together we are fine
Just as is the one-legged ostrich
Holding its pose in line.
-- Doel Sengupta
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