Today;
My mind asks me
To create a basket full of blossomed Daffodils
With the beauty of my ambiguous thoughts.
Why is so?
That this art has had remained concealed;
May be I had a fear
Of getting severed
From my childhood friends,
Who has had been there for three decades now.
Misery, Pain and Dysphoria,
All gone
Merely with one touch of Divinity.
Oct 30,2008
© Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari 2009
Dr Kamran Haider Bukhari
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