O bird don't pride over your beauty
you know all that gilter's is not gold.
yah in fornt of our eye's you are so cuty
you may crips well many things can hold.
what is needed to the world also to us
is that gold, costly ornamant looking marvellous!
or kohinoor which charmd moghol, parsian or britich
nor petrolium, conceal oil, uronium and natural gas?
o bird of yello colour with golden feather
yes all of it is needed to each other
but except love, affection, patient and respect gain
all beauty, the treasure of whole world will go in vain!
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A refined poetic imagination, Sultan. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.