They are the lucky ones
Who have a sanctuary within
To breed on, to live on,
As the bird does on the perch of a branch.
Some have no place, no sanctuary
If no fate favors them.
The taste of love takes the hold of life
The love detaches one from all.
Still the thirst will remain unquenched
Such love is unique and so is the lover.
He gives up freedom
Accepts bondage of love
Creating a his own web to entangle him
And let him live in a sanctuary,
Breaking the cage
Flying as a free bird singing on the perch
In the woods of sanctuary.
To fulfill the goal of life
In this life as humans.