in departing of winds, the turmoil of my naive efforts speak
and ask me to lissen the whispers in its sack,
it bings along, after covering distances of thousands miles,
feet are weary so the body speaks nthng in this tirednes,
but my juvinile spirit on its peak of strength!!
this life has snatched more than what i gave to its seed,
the waters of my soull drench its weed , everyday, night, in every feel,,,
i am glorious, for it is does speak in its silence,
the love for me, the relatedness of my muteness in its voilence!!
hiramalik
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