poetic illustration

Unidentified’

a poem’

I saw new crowned birds in the park today, they were probing for plates & pots to keep fresh & fancy incised insects for their family

I later got to know about their names like a lover, hoopoes’, signs of summer royalty & still like autumn, they lack moisture in their tongue no one knows about this migratory creature that flew far away from their forts, egg bound, & human beings are no different, like them we come & go, unidentified.

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