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.
Lovely
Thanks dear, hope you are doing good!
Thanks dear 🙂
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Thanks, Shantanu I truly appreciate your kind words 🙂
My pleasure
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