With dawn awoke a bird
That survived the brightest night
Beside, lay the birth-giver
Ashed by the thunderous light
Moving away from the curse
The bird drags its tethered wings
None to feel its pain
None to ease the sufferings
Shadow of a floating hawk
Adds to life’s misery
Wonders whether to run
Or cease the drudgery
Clinging to its last breath
Fights the shadow clouding its soul
Flaps towards a piece of log
And enters a tiny hole
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