In my balcony, there are pigeons,
They make nest and hatch
I watch them with curiosity,
Many got wings and flew,
Batch by batch
One pair of birds,
Always make one and only one nest,
Never seen them making double,
Seeing them, I laugh and bubble,
I think, to be a bird is the best.
Ah! Human folly, a disastrous
Expecting to be demoralized,
I decided, never to expect.
Expectation is the cause of sorrow,
Those who lives for others to care,
They make their own tomorrow,
Almighty is with those, who care for nature,
Be a system to nurture, help nature for future.
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