Song of a soul

My soul is at unrest, 

It weeps and cries,

It hasn’t seen the rainbow in the sky.

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

It’s stuck at home,

With duties abound,

With clockwork precision,

From morn to dusk,

Ticking and toiling,

Without a moment to rest.

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

Just heave a sigh,

Just go on a hike,

Looking at nature,

Abound all around by,

To see it’s wondrous works,

Its glory flaunting,

And being a part of its mesmerising grandeur.

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

Life is stuck in its mundane humdrum,

Can’t be escaped,

Toiling it to perfection.

Will I be able to fly?

As time ticks by,

And days gone by.

It longs to wander, 

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

Do we need a nest,

To live and love,

Can we be natures sweet living creatures,

Just carefree and at rest.

Living under trees,

With carpets of green grass beneath,

A blue roof above,

And twinkling stars to stare.

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

Being a nomad,

Living life as it comes,

With god’s loving gaze,

Being nurtured and loved.

Letting the days pass by,

Just like the birds in the sky.

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.

Do we own a home on earth,

Or does the earth own us?

It’s a question to contemplate,

And solve as days come again.

My soul is at unrest,

It weeps and cries,

It longs to wander,

Be free to fly,

Away from the nest it has built by.