Iman Roy Poet Romanticism

The Floating Avenue

Somewhere, when the butterflies dream

In the morning sunshine:

I rub my freshly woken eyes

And smile my heart away;

I want to be the wings of time

I want to be the waves of love

Sing the happiness song today...



Somewhere, when the roads are young

And the flings with nature had just begun:

I wonder if I needed faith

Lose the modesty in my gait,

Because I traded off so wild

Lust for freedom and love so mild;

I’ve found a hand, not visibly clear

That touched my soul, believed to bear:

The sorrows that had been hidden beneath me..

But since i am the one I am

There is no one who think they can,

Because the roads do so beguile

My rowdy soul into the wild:

It is a path that shelters light

And gives the air, its morning flight;

I walk alone to find my grace

I walk alone to see my light

And Tomorrow I may not be…




So…

I want to be the wings of time

I want to be the waves of love

Its me and me and me only

The hand had been a mere felony...








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