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A BIRD IT-S FEATHER
By Mannprit Gujral
The watch of my life is still
As if an empty tin
My mind asks me to kill
All my love and emotions but
Still my heart doesn’t listen
To it…
and want you till eternity….
Without you my life has become like a bird..
Without feathers
Your memories…. Every second
My heart gathers…
My proviso-Oh! Which nobody bothers..
Thereby making essential for both of us
To become, you my feathers and I your Bird…..
Flying together in this blue open sky
& saying everybody Good-bye…