New garden made for butterflies
Where they can fly independently,
Flowers are rejoicing today,
As nobody wants to pluck them,
I am running on the field – unobserved,
Holding nature’s green hand,
Tired birds can sit on the spreading hands of boroughs
As nobody tries to put them in traps,
Complex life can take a break today,
As we are celebrating nature’s independence day.
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