Chopped Wings - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
If the sky become silhouetted
You could see the God.
If the Earth become transparent
You could see the Devil.
When the God and Devil become one
You could see the real Man.
Yes, the real man is a bird
But he cannot sing or fly as same as a real bird.
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