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A Seeker

One little canary on a branch of

An ancient peepul  tree singing

A melody  of a distant land across

The sandy deserts, a song of an exile 

Of a traveler banished from his land, 

For his crime, he was a seeker and 

Carried in his heart the thrill of knowledge 

Persecuted for his adventures, he never 

Stepped a foot in his forefathers land,

Where he went no one ever knew, 

Time and again a migratory bird sings 

A song of a lone figure returning home. 

 

 

 

 

 

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