Soul is a Saarangi
A Taan of living
Takes you to a lake
To the hill some times in steps
Some in strides
It has the keys and passowrds
To all the mystical warehouse of pain
Where it gets tears and punctuations to denser
Silence between you and me
Soul is a Saarangi
Releasing a hermit moment from a lost cave
Drawing a journey of a dusty track
On soles of your feet
Soul is a Saarangi
© nidheeshtyagi 2007
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