This language is a barrier,
Oh, so much noise,
I should shoot all the throats including my own,
For there’s music playing inside of me,
The chair and the table can’t contain my joy,
Even a poem can’t bind me,
This experience is intense,
There’s someone besides me listening intent…
Oh, so much noise,
I should shoot all the throats including my own,
For there’s music playing inside of me,
The chair and the table can’t contain my joy,
Even a poem can’t bind me,
This experience is intense,
There’s someone besides me listening intent…
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The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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