Like the wind that moves, yet stays in its place,
She too has found her own little space.
He may be mighty, ruling up there,
But here I too have a rightful share.
He showed off his pride before every face,
But time soon put him back in place.
Had he not lost respect in that hall,
He’d have known his limits after all.
The talk kept flying from place to place,
But returned at last to its own base.
She keeps on searching things all day—
Why not keep them the proper way?
If each thing had its rightful spot,
It would be found, not lost or forgot.
"Geet" just wants to gently say:
How much it means to stay in your way.
3.10pm 19 July 2025
1 comment:
Beautiful
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