"A part of your body where the fire Colls down where a man can be free from fear of death, You can open your hair. birds can get their trees. Dreams show me eyes. The way to the forest does not come in the city map. Now the lions will not go to the hunt. Now it is the turn of these butterflies. It will be happen in the coming days. The breath will be Yours and Air will be mine ©Sandesh saahir"