The Islet Of The Disowned: 02- The Deserted Nest by Subhas Chandra Chakra

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My dear little bird
I am little sad
That once a while I had
Been your sleeping pad.

It has been
Once a while,
You had not been here,
Not your wings flutter
Nor you ever hover.

You retreat off my shade
As much true as a lie-
Naked as a truth
You have away fled.

That much was yours
turning out again
in the morning sun
to ease your tired wings.

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