M. Asim Nehal Birds Poems

In fields of strife, where armies clash and part,
people wander around having torn from their heart
like birds without nests, they roam and seek,
a shelter from the storm, a place to speak.
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two birds are flying
flapping and playing in flight
by tangerine sky
to reach horizon of love
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They come on holidays,
Like we go with our families
To our favorite place
Time and again
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