Late Dream
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Bird was flying lavishly, un-cared, unheard
Over the dale, over the field; with no shield
Enjoying the freedom, Singing, dreaming,
Thinking: “Ah! So beautiful is the dream of a bird”
A farmer boy with catapult was guarding the yield,
Paddy crops swaying, dancing with proud of care,
Boy, seeing the bird tried to fulfilled his dream..
One small pebbles that he took and hit the bird,
Ah! Dream fallen on ground circling, cursing to fate,
Boy enjoyed with dream that was dead-late dream
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