Chapter 1: BIRD
An unnoticed friend of every one
Calls our name now and then
Strives to speak every moment
Blown by busy world unfortunate
Oh my God it cries
Oh my Human it chirps
To hear their dreadful lives
A moving pattern in blues
Rusted by loneliness
Yet resembles a resonance
Beauty of a Boredom
Voice of a Broken drum
Unviewed Unheard. A little bird
Life a nightmare, not aware
Dream undared a ghoose chase
Day and night despairs for the same
An unnoticed friend calls our name
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