Freedom
I wonder what the pigeon of time holds up more
I've gotten now the freedom of my soul
To fly up to the sky high for its solace
To mingle with the redundancy of my dreams
That lives there with no wings
It seems as now I can help my dreams
I've been meandering through the hills
Of unseen scenes and unkempt deems
Crossing the bounds of melancholy by a kick of vision
I'm now moving some where,
I don't want any one to be around
To waste their precious, rotten dogmas to stuff in me
I want new friends perhaps silence that plays astutely
Can't this big buddy world mind its own business
As I've gotten my God to hold me being hobbled.
I can yes, explore even being here
The enigmatic matters of untold sphere
So very needy, has become my soul
Of something unspecified and some thing declared
The populace of my wants: not too much too much
Just lying stubbornly on God great
with a lot of faith, a lot of faith
that He is my Lord, I shouldn't be afraid.
Poetry by Amna Ehsan
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Written on 2008-07-14 at 12:46
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