by zeeshanrAhamed Abad, Gujarat, India
Mar 2014 280 Views 0 comments
Feel and listen
Is it the odour of blood,
Or the scent of my beloved’s lips?
Feel –
From which direction arrives the morning breeze?
Is it the Garden greeting the Spring,
Or the Prison opening its doors?
Listen –
From which direction arises the song of glee?
Or the scent of my beloved’s lips?
Feel –
From which direction arrives the morning breeze?
Is it the Garden greeting the Spring,
Or the Prison opening its doors?
Listen –
From which direction arises the song of glee?
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Posted: Mar 2014
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