The protector, the guardian, the angel as we call it....
Not there when we think we need it the most...
But indeed there when we actually need it the most
You think it comes in forms and shapes and sizes???
I bet my life, it doesnt....
Spent your life searching for your own Genie in a lamp???
Crossing miles and miles of life in storms, deserts and damps
Frustration and Agony clouds you at every failed attempt of trust;
You still bear it, untill the bubble of hope bursts....
Shocked but not broken you assemble yourself with a new hope
To again find a Genie somewhere down the rope.....
But stop this futile search here my friend, my dearest.....
Care to look inside yourself and see the lamp glowing
Beckoning you all this time was your own soul smiling
Thats your Genie, sweetheart...You are not just a body...you are soul....And a Mighty one indeed....
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