And the moon prevailed but you didn't come, Stars kept silent, sad is the night's hum. The lonely night, and the chilling breeze, mourning flowers, waiting for this grief to cease. Tranquil mountains, Calm river, Chaotic heart, Soul shivered. Now all I want is to go back to the day, Where I'll be busy enough to forget this dismay.
Who is friend Who is foe, Where they come from Where they go? Sugarcoated lies And backbiting, Smiling face And backstabbing. From where do they get this behaviour and for why they become coward instead of warrior? Is it ever possible to get a true friend in this competitive world of showoff trend?
The dawn and these dew drops Red mountains and the green crops All I see and feel through my window The calm morning view and wind blow Birds fly all over the white sky There bloom yellow spring flowers In this youthful daylight Mountain sparrows come to lower hills Eat grains spread on my yard to their fill Bulbul(s) have make their territory On soap nut tree There also sits cuckoo bird to sing Aroma of nectar spread by honey bee Butterflies goes from hibiscus to rose Fields full of green-brown wheat and of yellow orange marigold Life is full of colors and melody From the window this is all I see With the finished cup of my tea I am all set to go back to the world Where I am not so happy and free.
Your love embraced me like the birds embrace the morning wind with their open wings . You bring the warmth like the sun after a cold night. You enlightened my path like the full moon in the dark night. Now there's no care for world neither joy nor sorrow, Only calmness and the peace like the river with a ceaseless flow .
A silent observer in search of her TRUE HOME.
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