Million times
with billion stances
I am praying you
with trillions of songs
of tunes different.
This song is also
no different.
I would be flying
kite targeting the infinity
the sky
But my feet earth bound
never moving an inch even.
Neither can I fly
nor can I guess Your
nomadic existence.
Shall I stop praying?
Can I?
Is it not a song so sweet
Never ending!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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