Writing about You
Writing about Truth
Is not a joke
That I know.
It is just like
A blind man
Wandering in jungle
That I know.
But You are dictating me
You are calling me
And turning my pages
Every time
What shall I do
Tell me tell me.
Your white horses
Are here with me
Your flag is flying
Above my house
And I am going
Towards You, only to You.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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