I dream of a rendezvous with my beloved,
Under the shades of chinar to hear the sound
of a bird, singing the tunes of adoration,
On the dense twigs of divine creation.
Under the cosy lap of cherished comrade,
I dream of taking solace with eternal rate,
To devote myself for the real mate,
I believe, could gallop up my dying fate.
C'mon, O comrade! Lets travel the moons
of our world,
To kill the wierd darkness of our skies,
Beyond the floating galaxies of universe, I believe
our abode lies.
O! The queen of my kingdom,
I give you the powers of my dome,
Take over my throne and
rule my world, room to room.
Which barricade, O beloved, is stopping you
to fly towards my space?
Which law of nation hinders your journey in this race?
Lets develop a muscle to end this severance,
And transform into verity the hoax reverence.
©blessedpens