Flying above the clouds Across the stretch of my country From where I was evicted, catapulted With the whirlwind of yesterday And nursed my roots afresh! I wondered and wished If my soul could rain down On the earth below, atom by atom Acquire a body as before And lie across, obliterating the border Even …
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