of branches
A bird crying in a duel,
Angry at the arrival of the others .
there was a day when
It liked this forest.
There was a day when it liked every moment here.
there was a day when
This was the basis of flights.
Then it always liked the cloud on the wing.
of banyans
the bird carrying the shade,
Angry at the dark body of the clouds.
God knows
What kind of winds came from which direction?
All the vines kept bowing towards the golden deer.
is tired
Here it is, full of resistance in its throat.
It is quite possible that now it breaks all the practices.
in screaming
Vowels at last lost the Bird,
It gets angry at every word of the cuckoos.
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