Feelings trapped within

like birds with stunted wings

unable to soar

not knowing how to fly

flap useless wings

so hard they try.

Will you be my wings my love

and teach me to fly

let me roam the skies

free as any bird that flies..

When I am tired

I’ll return to nest

in the circle of your arms

your sweet embrace

for you are my dream

my heaven on earth

you are all I want

in this life or the next.

-Shail Mohan (Oct 2007)

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