The nightingale

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In a moment just made of silence
I’m surrounded by a crowd of thoughts
I wanna extend my arms
and reach beyond truth, beyond explanation
to the mysteries that’s been never discovered
praying to Lord to carry me
on the moving wind
to the place wherefrom love originates
where from the rivers flow
where from the butterflies come
where from the morning wind blows
I wanna close my eyes
to see the reality
to hear the secrets
that the nightingale sings in the night
as I sleep

Help me to know what
exists as beauty and what exists as love
I wanna extend my hands
to reach to the place
where from night ends and morning starts
where the clouds form
where the first ray of rainbow appears
I wanna close my eyes
to see the reality
to hear the secrets
that the nightingale sings in the night
as I sleep

Written by Muhammad Wasif Haq (2006)
Karachi, Pakistan
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