All the others,
Who are trying to hold you—
Through their love,
Why won't you be theirs?
Look at the cloud,
Floating over frightened fountains—
It loses nothing,
Nothing it tears.
I am what I am, not a cage—
Nor a guarded fence,
And you, Shabnam—
Are neither a bird nor a tree;
Here something defines
As an endless path is called—
LOVE; never holds you prisoner
It always sets you free.
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Professor's Lodge.
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