Once standing in front of
A huge mango tree
I was watching
The way of life,
The tree is a small town
For a huge crowd of stork
Jumping and flying around
With an unseen peace.
The small small lives
Trying to fly
And the teaching learning process
By the innocent birds
Was creating a holy background
Which an human academic society
Can never create.
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