~Purushottam Dhungel~
I have millions of wings
Wings of million desires
Wings of million dreams
Wings of million imaginations
These wings are not
the
Wings of Icarus…..
Dwelling within the brackets of
So called
love ,lust ,hunger and greed
I can’t see
My god cursing upon me
Because I let all those wings to wither myself……
So
I m the bird born on earth
And destined to fly high in the sky ….
Oh my sleeping soul
Come on !!!
Wake up !!
(Source : Poet’s facebookpage)