Till yesterday which was not a bird
but something else
Even today morning
it crossed the bridge on foot
To change into a bird
from something else
is absurd unheard-of
But some of us have seen the bird
and exchanged motley ideas
how the skies scramble
for a kiss on its beak
I am alsofull of praise
for the deep blue of its wings
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