May I be allowed
To tell something
About you?
Who are you?
Where are you residing?
What is my right?
I find you nowhere,
So also I find myself nowhere
And we are here
Dancing, playing, talking,
Eating, sleeping and telling
We are doing all sorts of works!
The air is there giving consent
To the sky while the birds fly.
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