Little sparrow seeks
serenity of stream
from cisterns of cemented selfishness.
Smiling beaks of hope becomes ashes
of dreams in pools of half-burnt wishes.
O! dears! Where is the springs of cloud?
You, the winged gloom collapses
on tuneless sunsets of bottomless sky
Yet weaving rhythm of dawn in darkness.
from cisterns of cemented selfishness.
Smiling beaks of hope becomes ashes
of dreams in pools of half-burnt wishes.
O! dears! Where is the springs of cloud?
You, the winged gloom collapses
on tuneless sunsets of bottomless sky
Yet weaving rhythm of dawn in darkness.
Let the dreams come true.Best wishes!
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