Poem
of the week: I Am Not A Falconer by
Caroline Bird)
A take upon the above by followed by Radhamani sarma
A long wait, long
standing,
Long observation, long chain
of thoughts all
eternal flow
from within ;dan or dusk no matter,
Amidst heavy rains, I stand
Wait for her, asking for forgiveness,
If anything goes amiss, but nowhere
Is she seen, what could be the reason?
Where is the
falcon? Where is the fly?
Where is my little sweet girl? Where am I?
I am asking GOD a question,
How long, do I miss her;
On speedy wings, on your return,
Let us fly fa r
along, fly , fly
To a destination unknown,
Our own world of privacy.
A long wait, long
standing,
Long observation, long chain
of thoughts all
eternal flow
from within ;dan or dusk no matter,
Amidst heavy rains, I stand
Wait for her, asking for forgiveness,
If anything goes amiss, but nowhere
Is she seen, what could be the reason?
Where is the
falcon? Where is the fly?
Where is my little sweet girl? Where am I?
I am asking GOD a question,
How long, do I miss her;
On speedy wings, on your return,
Let us fly fa r
along, fly , fly
To a destination unknown,
Our own world of privacy.
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