When we the people meet, let there be a swarm of spices, plates stretching with scrumptious, our desires manifest as prayers and union over a perfect meal.
When we the people meet, let there be a room for ourselves, a room for others, and a bridge that goes both ways so that we confuse ourselves and others and find our dreams richer for confusions.
When we the people meet, let us be turbaned and bald, flowing in shawls and silks or denims, looking up at the same stars and unexplored planets.
When we the people meet, let us revolve into the first revolution, that one that bites the bullet and brings hands clasped, upraised, or saluting the stars and our own neverending shine alongside us.~
@Purvi Shah
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