My birds migrated to fairy lands
With feathers of friendship
And hearts with love.
My moon fades away
With coldness of solace.
My sun is yet to be risen
With hopes and aspirations.
My land cracked....
My feet lost its mooring.
Yet I fill my soul and body
Yet I fill my psyche and spirit
With the balm of Nature
With the love of Dreams
With the blood of Heart.
With feathers of friendship
And hearts with love.
My moon fades away
With coldness of solace.
My sun is yet to be risen
With hopes and aspirations.
My land cracked....
My feet lost its mooring.
Yet I fill my soul and body
Yet I fill my psyche and spirit
With the balm of Nature
With the love of Dreams
With the blood of Heart.
