Am I a traveler…?
Who have travelled miles…
But at last found shelter under the cool shed of your wings…
Am I a frustrated fisherman…?
Coming home empty handed, with the sun going down the horizon…
But, his world starts glittering with your smile…
Am I the ever cheerful balloon seller…?
Whose colourful balloons hide his poverty…
But, you are his only possession which make him happy…
Am I a fancy dreamer…?
Who dream of being the king of the world…
And wakes up to find nothing, but his queen sleeping beside…
But deep down within I am mad lover…
Who have lost his identity…
And searches existence within you…
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