Look at the world from the Window of heartland
Calling on me in the mid April
To take you to a forest;Perhaps
To walk on the edge of a thrill
My feelings are touched;Both with passion & ration
I might've flied thousands of Miles;When you decided to be the Reason of my smiles
Motherland isn't a place;As fatherland is a feeling you can never leave it behind a window screen!
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
Look at the world from the Window of heartland
Calling on me in the mid April
To take you to a forest;Perhaps
To walk on the edge of a thrill
My feelings are touched;Both with passion & ration
I might've flied thousands of Miles;When you decided to be the Reason of my smiles
Motherland isn't a place;As fatherland is a feeling you can never leave it behind a window screen!
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