I have caged you
in the minarets of my words
too tight, to cut loose,
Those faint memories of yours
wrapped up in the proses,
now hinges on the knob of resent,
an inevitable misdeed of mine;
And then there is a life
residing under the blanket
In this lost world of misfortunes
too small, too far
sleeping on the blank pages
and dreaming candidly
the waning love of yours,
he cries in his dreams
one tear , two tear
And a river to follow
then settles down
with his palm on the skyline
he clutches the sunlight
and spread across his wounds
on which the flower of love
once blossomed;
I had caged you
in the minarets of my words,
too loose for you to cherish
the freedom of confinement!!!
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