" They deem me mad because
I will not sell my days for gold;
And I deem them mad because
they think my days have a price "
- Gibran
When my darkness reminded me of a sunshine
there you are ! entering my soul lucid and laminar
Ghosts of time may have stopped the ticking of clock
and wondered who you are; to the reach of their thoughts
" Arrow of a heartless warrior or
a word from thoughtless mind
a word from thoughtless mind
may be the thorn covered under
petals from sovereign land "
petals from sovereign land "
And how far their thoughts may reach will never attain
the level of vision you brought undistinguished
And they move back again and settle upon
" victim of nature's ill, wrath called .. Love "
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