Searching for you in my oblivion dream,For you can’t be found in actuality. Wake me up when you find a raiment to cover up my wounded soul. And you know how else do we search for one’s escape from reality? Heard a Nightingale humming in it’s dulcet voice, Or was it just you calling for me from afar. Had a little ache on my heart, Or was it just your new beloved looking at you, questing for a scar. Oh, my fancy woman don’t be disheartened, As I would passionately carry a torch for you, And your beloved would stay still For, the moon would adore all the scars that embodies you.
~ Anuska Kalita
Ki dhunia rehh🤌🤍🥺