It is not too situational... the poem.... its about anything that you love... some thing you like to do and are not able to... or somebody you love, as in a relationship... its the personal love... i am not talking about job or physical land at all... bas yehi...
What land is this??
that I have trodded on ....
the sky ain't rosy,
even the grass here has thorns...
this feels like some other place...
nahhh, its not my home here....
yet......yet ...
Here, I do want to stay....
I will change the dark clouds...
my heart, is so pure....
I will water the grass,
now no thorns will grow...
it will shed the dry exterior....
it has shine, it will glow...
its hidden interior is brilliant,
thats all i need to know!
(huh)
Now that I have laboured,
its still.... its still the same....
the grass a little softer,
not as wild, a little tame....
the thorns are still there though...
there is still brilliance inside...
when will it come out,
n break the thorns that it bides..
Maybe the pricks are a part,
maybe the inner glow they hide....
so that, so that only those who bleed,
can feel and see the beauty inside...
Now, that you have seen the place,
I am sure closer home you will feel...
Not all is perfect here...
so many things to understand and still see.
And then, and then, there is......
the unknown reality.
But even when its dark there,
For the kid inside ,
its still the Paradise city.
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