I have done away with all the musts
I fly high, see the crumbling shackles
My restive heart longing for the desert night
I look for abode far away in the mountain's height
I am one of you O shimmering stars
we don't need words to talk for hours
O rain! come, greet me, I am free
touch my soul, hail the victory.
4 comments:
nice choice.........
soul-liberating words there...felt so free for a second...
Keshi.
nice nice
Thanks to all of you..keshi, khawab and nadi for liking my words.
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