Bring your mind back at home.. khesise lungma

I wanted him back home
He dwells faraway a miles ,
How can I drag him back
He has been my best servant.

Beauty is his romanticism
Creativity is his inventions ,
He never stays at his beautiful home
But never fails to,  build a temple inside his space.

I tried to hold him, with beautiful piece
I feed him, with romantic butterflies
But he needs no wings to fly
He is always awake, searching for authentic limelight.

He is open, gets intoxicated with outside paradise
He dwells, on the peaks of Himalayas
I don't know how, to bring him back to hold
I can't build a metallic chains, to tie him inside.

Clueless entity he is, swirling with thoughts of mine
I called him often, you are my energy drawing beast,
Ah,  he never deserved to call him like that
He is best servant, he obeys my orders faithfully .

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