by Swati Nitin Gupta

Created on: October 31, 2008

I yearned to be free;

it was the call;

Call of the wild.

I yeaned to fly;

so high i could touch the blue sky;

it was a call

Call of the wild.

From the distance I heard a cry

it was a sob, heartbroken and dry.

No it was a call

Call from the wild.

Now I recognised it was a call from my soul

but then why it sounded like a

Call from the wild....

It was a call from the wild...

A call from the wild..

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