Shameem Khan

What if I were a bird flying high up over the mountainous range.
What if I were a floating cloud away from the cities crowd.
What if I were a busy bee humming the notes of eternal joy.
What if I were a running deer jumping with excitement.
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The trees were dancing in the moor.
It was stormy with a rainpour.
I prayed to God and asked for no more.
As the waves went high on the chest of the shore.
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This is the world in which we are born
with thoughts and imagination forlorn
High up in the skies with rose buds and thorns
Thinking of the doomsday with the blowing of a horn
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Oh star! where you are.
Taking my imagination too far.
Reflecting in the forest rivelets
where primroses are.
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The lark is soaring high
Soldiers are ready to die
People ask the question why
The nations do not have peace but only cry
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I have something to say
In my own humble way
The world is full of hope and ray
I had a wonderful day
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Running brooks
in the garden nooks
the birds are flying to the rooks
the fisherman catches fish with the hooks
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