The black birds
Their beaks were clinging to each other.
They were twittering also.
They were playing on the branch of guava tree in front of my room.
He was touching his beak on her neck, face & on her body.
She was also doing the same
but in a shy manner.
They were skipping on each other.
After some time they become normal & fled away.
Is it love?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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