(30th Jan. 2011)
Walking along the Creek-side
Watching flying sea-birds-
Being one with the white birds
Kept soaring above! O my mind!
Sea-gulls, so pure and white
Ear-tops like-black a dot,
Looks like innocent dolls
Enjoying dance on the waves.
With pink so short, legs they swam,
Clear water showed their dancing webs,
At times dipped head down, now ‘n’ then,
Took a moment’s pause, then alert again.
Flying above, stretching their legs,
Straight they kept legs underneath their tail.
Below their wings, seems so cloud-like grey
Though white as snow, their cute light body.
Lesser the ego, so, high up they could flew
To soaring heights, that man never knew!
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