Call Of The Wild
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Nosheen Irfan
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tired of the clock-wise rotation
you hear the call of the wild
a longing to run in the heartland of dreams
manifesting itself in ennui-struck days
away from the strains of bourgeois life
leaving behind pretensions for a while
to float in the serenity of distant streams
and rise to the sound of singing larks
every sunrise invites your soul
to come and nurture in nature's smiles.
Nosheen Irfan © 2017
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