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Winged Spring

May 18, 2007

golden, like the early morn’ sun, flew the little butterfly,
fluttering her wings, to shun the vehement, pleading outcry

the robin sitting on the willow, looking for the best twig
to make a house for his adore and save them from Zadaa’s quig

the bee beside does a jive and plays a tune profound
the atmosphere around his hive is chaos, a word to be crowned

not to forget my dark, large, sweet, winged, cave dweller, bat
he comes out in the night, to eat the ripest fig on the plat’

summing all this up ….. all i’d say
winged ones are lucky
they build, eat and heartily can go astray

(Written by Pallavi Gupta)

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