fareeha khan

Falling deeply into the arms of loveliness
Wandering gallantly through the blind allays
Fondling ways through dimly illuminated ways
Groping paths in duly lit suburb houses
I found my strength, I gained some I lost some
This is the realm of wonderland, it is dreaded fairy land
Here houses are small, wonders are marvels
Here I tread on a danger path, here I steal a nasty glance
People live in glass houses. Shattering houses noise much