Poetry

Swing me to Life

In a fairyland, on a fairy swing,
I want to cry, I want to sing,

About the tales of triumph and the ghosts of past,
No matter what I feel now; it won’t last.

Oh lord my lord, give me some swings.
I will become a bird with you as my wings.

One more try, one more chance,
For me to play this cosmic dance.

Heaven or Hell, it all depends
Whom I choose to befriend

Till then I’ll play and pray on this swing,
For my reincarnation as a human being.

As who else do have this privilege of God,
To experience his soul within and get awed.

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