Birds fly in seek of a way
Where they know there is food for the day
But you went away leaving me apart
Not able to drink and eat
You killed my part
Birds fly for a come back, I hope
In seek of food if finished there for the day
I will wait for you with lots of love
If not sufficient there to fill your heart
I will seek you each day and night
As a bird who lost his flight
Come soon and gift me a way
If you loved me
In any gone days
To My Dear MY Lady With Love
Indian Street Writer Hari Das
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