That's Only You
My desires are hanging around my neck like a hanging basket at the door,
And knocking my head all the time as toe making rhythm on a dancing floor,
Early in the morning, jumps to branches as a singing little sparrow song,
Legs walk routinely forward and backward to gain target short or long,
nobody can assess me that's only you, awakening my sleeping spirit.
Copyright © Daljit Khankhana | Year Posted 2013
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