For Consensus

Piercing ribs of Assent and dissent Blows on—a humming wind The songs sung by tailor birds In your pomegranate tree Those may be translated into—two different ways But on the question of human-terminology Just like an interstate stream There strongly exists a third consideration too! Birds— the messengers of climate and cosmos, Not spokesmen for anyone; Borders never determine their nationality. keeping an eye on the grown pomegranate Let your people and birds disagree; Otherwise, how would we reach a consensus?