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Freedom

She was an angel soaring high in the sky above free,

Then my love made her free to lose her liberty.

And she felt captive bound in a golden chain,

No! I cannot see you uneasy my beauty with the brain.

You are free my love, you shall stand no trial,

It is sufficient if you remember me once in a while,

For it is a pleasure too to remember,

To remember a friend who shall be sincere,

A constant friend who shall prove to be a treasure,

Wherever you may need him and whenever.

Who shall be always by your side,

As a friend and as your guide.

 

Feelings

I'll cry for you; I'll wash away your pain with my tears,

I'll pray for you, feel pain for you.

I see your face every place I'm walking,

Hear your voice every place I'm talking.

I'll lie for you, steal for you,

Crawl on my hands and knees until you believe in me.

 

Special day

O Lord thanks to thee,

For making that special day.

The day when all nice things happened,

And an angel came down on this Earth.

The day we all love and cheer,

10th day of 8th. month every year.

 

The Change

Life has a new meaning,

Who brought this change?

To make everyday more purposeful,

Who gave a new direction to life,

Motivating every moment of it.

It is so comforting to believe,

That somewhere someone remembers you,

Is concerned about you and cares for you.

Prays to the lords who sent this angel to me,

Cause it is she who brought this change.

 

Your birthday

Hear me,

What you deserve to hear,

Your birthday, as my own to me, is dear,

But your gives most; for mine did only lend,

Me to the world;

Yours gave to me a friend.

 

Lost love

Never could I tell you all that I had to say

Now it is too late that you are so far away

One sweet day perhaps, I shall tell you

All the stupid things I wanted to say

Sometimes I wish if could turn time

Impossible as it may seem, but I wish if I could someday

Till then

Remember me not in your life as a blot or a ghost,

But as a man…

Who became worshipper from a dost.