Dear SIS my oh my
We do cry an ocean for our father
Dear SIS my oh my
When U scroll U run U die
My soul follows U n do feel da same
Beauties r weaved in Ur authentic magnificent saries
I hope I could feel them on my skin somday on some different horizon
We hv our spiritual father there watching no doubt
Many years ago I saw deep into Ur eyes da same, HELPLESS
Do U still need hands to lift U up
Or do U need da courage to change still
Our wings r wounded n painted wid father's blood
People wid beautiful smiles on faces
n ignorance n pity n desire to live
Austerity is in our legacy
But still
Hvn't they paid a lot
Sweats n tears torn off da flowers on artful vouge tapestries
'r' is greater than 'g'
'r' is a factor of our tradeoffs n teared off hearts
Mighty Universe mighty riches mighty lagoons mighty devil foxes
Who we r?
N
Did we really exist in a damn reality?
Dear SIS my oh my
In different horizons
We move all alone round n round
Our Hands r wide open
Our legs r ever exhausted
Our Faces r blankeyed toward emptiness
N
Our insignificant souls r bleeding in a never ending DarvishDance
https://m.bdnews24.com/en/detail/business/1871573
No comments:
Post a Comment