When the wind touch my face..

I sit here in my room, grooming myself in front of the mirror that glow..

I see myself without defects, though I have been through tough roads..

The winds are bringing glad tidings to me, look in the mirror the boy is smiling..

There is strange kind of love I am feeling in it, It seems like the world within me is free…

As I stood below the shower, the water made it way swiftly through my body..

There is something different in the wind today, or maybe I have met that small child that live within me out of blue today..


— Abdul Gani Punjabi

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