Look, a foreign bird!
First tell me
What is foreign?
The bird was here
The bird is here
The bird will be here.
It is only our look
That can change
From time to time
Focussing on different
Shapes and sizes.
On one look you can
Change the geography
And also the history.
And it does not mean
The bird is not
Belongs to this place.
What we are telling about
The birds there is
Nothing new is it.
And the bird is flying
Far aways from our sights.
Let us forget it
And put up not this
Anywhere at any time.
The concept of bird
Though true it is for You.
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