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Poetry

Tolerance is a Virtue

Anushree Jain

Locked up in one house
Fixed on antipodes;
Sitting at the dining table,
With our chalices of differing opinions.
I don't like this political strife between you and I;
Your thoughts don't look very good on my clothesline.

Self proclaimed failure with a penchant for my fallacies,
You think you're girdling my branches
Alas you're simply breaking them.
Mother said tolerance is a virtue
And too much of anything is bad;
Maybe both of us forgot about that.

It pains me to never be on the same page,
Your tenets and my persuasions never work the same.
Will this generational cycle never come to an end?
Always waiting for you to ratify my name.
I need neither your light nor your stare;
Let's do this again, let's go back to the first square.

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