Moin Uddin
Sitting at the bank of the river
I am letting my mind to be free
Thoughts keep arranging words to see you be with me.
I don’t know why it longs, but it sets me free
To go wild silently, and be in your memories.
You might be having your own time
Living what makes you think
I just keep wondering
Do I cross through your dreams?
Life is beautiful the philosopher says so
But the reality is different nobody can ignore
I want to tell you that you are my life
You be around and everything is fine.
Whenever you are around beauty flows
When I write imagination glows
Someone from the angels land comes and asks me what I want
All I say is make her mine growing old in each other’s arms
The journey of my love is all on the way
My destination is you, and I am walking all my day
The road seems easy, but it’s bumpy
Sometimes you make hard making me go crazy.
Sitting at the bank of the river
I am letting my mind to be free
Thoughts keep arranging words to see you be with me.
I don’t know why it longs, but it sets me free
To go wild silently, and be in your memories.
A version of this poem appears in print on March 12, 2018 10:30 AM of Republica.
Sitting at the bank of the river
I am letting my mind to be free
Thoughts keep arranging words to see you be with me.
I don’t know why it longs, but it sets me free
To go wild silently, and be in your memories.
You might be having your own time
Living what makes you think
I just keep wondering
Do I cross through your dreams?
Life is beautiful the philosopher says so
But the reality is different nobody can ignore
I want to tell you that you are my life
You be around and everything is fine.
Whenever you are around beauty flows
When I write imagination glows
Someone from the angels land comes and asks me what I want
All I say is make her mine growing old in each other’s arms
The journey of my love is all on the way
My destination is you, and I am walking all my day
The road seems easy, but it’s bumpy
Sometimes you make hard making me go crazy.
Sitting at the bank of the river
I am letting my mind to be free
Thoughts keep arranging words to see you be with me.
I don’t know why it longs, but it sets me free
To go wild silently, and be in your memories.
A version of this poem appears in print on March 12, 2018 10:30 AM of Republica.
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