Thou art no migrant bird, O Pink Beauty,
But forced art to fly many a long miles
Looking for fresh habitat and water,
In search of new breeding and nesting isles.
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watch when ye fly in flocks of thousands, Then settle down sighting the right wetland...You have deeply observed the birds and monsoon. We find a complete reflection from your wonderful and excellently penned poem.
Soon as monsoon comes to its end, I think Of thine flocks to turn wetlands a deep pink! Let us hope so