The slaves you have for your peace of mind,
Neither known to you nor shown to them in love handcuff,
The pact is very hard to untie to get reconnected,
The slave in you always hoax you to get humbled,
People are the slaves and they work for the slaves,
The tradition of slavery has existed for long times,
The slave Eve picked a fruit and handed it to Adam, another slave,
The slave children were born to bear the children of slaves of love

veeraiyah subbulakshmi

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