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The winged wanderers
The birds, I saw
soaring high in the azure sky
of the countryside,
drifting softly through the air
beyond my sight.
Over the mountain,veiled in mist
where the rivers flow
and valleys twist,
they might have journeyed.
When they were no longer seen,
an emotion began to stir,
a metaphor of freedom's call
to the boundless skies.
My heart ached with longing
for journeys they could make,
their freedom song
a song of pure mobility.
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Akham Nilabirdhwaja Singh
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