Freedom for all its worth,
I find in your arms;
Cold winds of nature,
your misty breath that calms.
I fly along these skies
and float over the world;
At peace, as I rise
above these flying birds.
My ride may be rough,
it may even be smooth;
For even in your turbulence
I find your nature soothes.
Upon your wings of glory,
is where I shall live on;
My one and real love,
my sacred nymphic song.
I rise above my madness,
your embrace lifts me up;
You give me my solitude,
you save me from the corrupt
life, I lead subdued.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
