Says a bird
Where should she be
In the juggle of
Building her nest
She cages to few trees
Soon once a tender fruit
Drops on her beak
And That taste she discovers
to be a gift for the weak
To be nourished by some more
She gathers strength for a find
and assembles her collect
From her own lifts and flights
though the match for that taste
She still does not find
seeking from the vast
Her struggles tunes her
into being more refined
all those moments of unrest
Then Begins to beautifully shine
She returns to the same branch
With a heart without any yearn
To devote a little happy thanks
For the passion she had earned
As she wonders through her flops
That tender fruit again drops
And to her surprise
She finds many like her
flying by over her in a line
They carried that fruit
she longed all that time,
So she followed them,
For a pretty long while
To finally reach
That bliss of all time
On her way back to her nest
With huge plucks for her own
She drops bits of her fruit
And very Happily as she could
For all that she knew
There is
Immense Beauty
in brotherhood
-masuma

Wah Masuma !
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