Desert_photographer
A lonely bird
The evening sky, in the west, burns fiery red with a neon orange mix. The evening sun seems to be fading into a long deep sleep. As the colorful sun drifts into the horizon, like a large golden curtain coming down after a spectacular birds fly past the sunset and sing a beautiful song, a lullaby to the colorful, setting sun.
Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveler.
The soul is the guide.
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka, Ant Nahi Jisaka
Aas Meri Hai Jisaki Disha, Aadhaar Mere Man Ka
Sangi Saathi Mere, Andhiyaare Ujiyaare
Mujhako Raah Dikhaayen, Palachhin Ke Phulajhaare
Pathik Mere Path Ke Sab Taare, Aur Neela Aakaash
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka, Ant Nahi Jisaka
Aas Meri Hai Jisaki Disha, Aadhaar Mere Man Ka
A lonely bird
The evening sky, in the west, burns fiery red with a neon orange mix. The evening sun seems to be fading into a long deep sleep. As the colorful sun drifts into the horizon, like a large golden curtain coming down after a spectacular birds fly past the sunset and sing a beautiful song, a lullaby to the colorful, setting sun.
Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.
Death is the road.
Life is the traveler.
The soul is the guide.
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka, Ant Nahi Jisaka
Aas Meri Hai Jisaki Disha, Aadhaar Mere Man Ka
Sangi Saathi Mere, Andhiyaare Ujiyaare
Mujhako Raah Dikhaayen, Palachhin Ke Phulajhaare
Pathik Mere Path Ke Sab Taare, Aur Neela Aakaash
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka
Panthi Hoon Main Us Path Ka, Ant Nahi Jisaka
Aas Meri Hai Jisaki Disha, Aadhaar Mere Man Ka