Tuesday, January 08, 2008

migratory beings

Like a man,
Over the hill top,
I watch the birds,
Flying in zillions.

I watch them flow,
From here to there,
Then they disappear
Way beyond my horizon.

Sitting at the table,
Watching migrating men,
Trying to catch a table,
Just by that beautiful girl.

Some tumble,
Yet some more scuffle,
But this can never remain-

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