I see the most jocound forest on land,
Where animals and birds are friends.
But this was just a doubt
That cleared when a fire broke out.
All around were screeches and ghastly shouts.

In this blunder, all the birds fled.
For they've wings, to search happiness ahead.
But left behind their friends to die! !
It isn't true friendship but a mere lie.
Why are all the friends of fertile land, not dry? ? ?

Those who got these miraculous wings;
Why don't they understand, such simple thing:
These wings are there to help wingless
As helping needy is the greatest bless.

by Eshan Gupta

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