Have I wings?
If yes, let me fly to the sun
To tell stop there at least
For us.
Have I wings?
If no, let me tell the tree
To grow further and further
To cover up the sun.
Listening to my questions,
See, the clouds are there
Doing something in groups.
Why should I fear?
With great delight see me,
I am busy in composing poetry.
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