My Lady

Come Soon

Poetry is a music a rhythm if you follow the rules u will love it. So take a glass of wine or a cigarette and read it smoothly slowly lovely.

Birds fly in seek of a way 
Where they know there is food for the day  
But you went away leaving me apart  
Not able to drink and eat 
You killed my part 

Birds fly for a comeback, I hope 
In seek of food, if finished there for the day 
I will wait for you with lots of love 
If not sufficient there to fill your heart 

I will seek you each day and night 
As a bird who lost his flight 
Come soon and gift me a way  
If you loved me  
In any gone days 

Indian Street Writer

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