My Wings Of Forgetfulness
A Anjandev Roy
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I remember it,
But I forget it too,
This is the real blessing for me,
As with my glorious wings of forgetfulness
I swing with great ease and delight,
I cross the mountains, the rivers, the seas
With flying colours,
I defy every obstacle
With the sweetest feelings of forgetfulness,
In course of my journey
Both light and darkness become friendly with me,
I always aspire to soar high and high
With my loveliest wings of forgetfulness.
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