You Are Wanted

You can’t fly away from me I have cut short your freedom And caught you in the cage of my mind You can’t hide in population Amidst black and white and brown People belonging to many regions I have the entire globe in my heart And can pick you up from anywhere; You can’t hide in flowers or pots Or in glasses of waters from wells For I live in mud and pixels and buckets And in the wild fragrance coming out From fields during spring times; You can’t escape my nature That is etched in a soul That is yours as well as mine.