Oft abroad my mind to where I find
no acquaintance,
and no one knows who I am,
alone a stranger to myself;
while at home away with such thought,
happy I, more than in your company,
among a host of crowd,
that roams about in a busy street,
unawares of the world,
somewhere between the cross roads,
behind the corner that man to meet,
I feel free, freerer than the rest.
(C)Naveed Khalid
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Date Created: Saturday, March 29,2014 2: 24: 35 PM
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