I sit alone for hours I keep telling my own stories to myself. What is wrong and what is right? I just keep thinking this. The sound of the cuckoo behind and the roar of flowing water in front. I just keep listening in my ears. I don't feel like leaving from one's own freedom where should I go leaving this behind On one hand this is freedom where I am the only one, I live within myself. If I go away from here So I don't know why? fill your mind with strangers I remain a slave.
About the Creator
Suraj poetry plus
Of these thoughts that human has become the most important species in the world, it is these thoughts that have made man the son of God or the son of Satan, therefore whatever your thoughts may be, they are important. I am write my thoughts
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