Naraah

i’m a genie

in a bottle

sings

the passing radio

on the endless highway

Mother..o Ma

am i..

actually free

..?

mind gives

voice to

the passing thought

slips

into a sudden reverie

dear child..

I

cant answer you

mind hears

Mother’s reply

Why…

o why

..??

mind wonders

n then

the answer strikes

i see..

Ma don’t worry

i hear

it say..

in surprise

as sudden

as the query

to Mother

i See why

You…

have

no reply

mind sighs..

smiles..

sets the song free

in the heady

rush of wind

on an endless..busy

highway