Today , I was in the middle of flowers and grass
The clouds were tickling me
With their moisture and tenderness
In a dream , at the top of the world
Fearless and confident
In the arms of the beloved woman,
Leaving behind the demons
Miles away from the sorrow and devastation
Laughing on the evil games of the people at the ground
Along with the glory standing behind me
The butterflies come and enhance the beauty
The pain , cruel people are left behind
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Spiritual"Poetry is a speaking picture." I love to play with word. Here I am with my amateur poetry. And yeah ,I will add translations of Pakistani ost. So enjoy . Don't forget to vote , comment and share. Hope you guys enjoy reading it! Achievement: #7 (1...
