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a million tears shatter
the sky
that was my brother
that was my father
i am born to run
i am born to give
love is a million heartbeats come together
you are my lover
you are my mother
i am born for you
i stand here for you
a million dreams running in my head
there was you
and that was me
i am born to roam
i am born to dream
but these dreams are mine alone
as i carry the multitudes in me.
11 comments:
Gulnaz...for some reason, the poem gave me that very feeling 'ripe but not quite'
ita ll sounds nice, but somehow it lacked the intensity i would otherwise feel in your words...may be my state of mind!
anyway, nice to see you posting after quite a long time :)
wishes,
devika
I hear the intensity
of a song sung by a mother as she works about the house.
thank you! thats the thing with women, all of them are mothers from day one! lolz
devika- sorry to disappoint you but well i write as it comes...;)
haha! nothing like that Gulnaz...i too write my comments without thinking too much...as it comes ;-)
but i loved your response to Anonant...so does Anonant's comment make appreciate the poem more now :-)
devika
Women, girls, mother's are all one and the same thing and that is not meant as a sexist comment but rather a broad sweeping generalisation that I believe is true. It is the nature of things that nurturing desire.
You can mother me anytime Gul!
devika again- yea it did :)
CJ- i know you are too much of a sweetheart to be a sexist and yea women have this nurturing instincct...and it's not only with moms... big warm hugs!!!
The dreams make us living a better life.
Sometimes it is the burden that we carry that makes our hearts open to all that we must do in our lives. I can hear what you were saying and understood where it was coming from. Perhaps this will be one of those pieces that evolves into more than one dream.
T
so much, I almost got dizzy! I like it!
powerful.
Naval- yea dreams are important
Inside our hearts, outside our hearts-hmmm....thank you.
J. Andrew Lockhart- glad u do :)
SAMMb0 thanks! :)
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