You travelled places far,
though i was not with you,
but my mind wandered
kept the note,
thus its travelling experiences grew.
A bird you are,
came to my garden,
enchanted the soul,
and i was lost by your charm,
Although i knew,
one day you will flew.
Its your nature to give love,
to all from your bag.
Its my nature to receive love,
from all into my bag.
You are selfless, a wise being.
I am bit selfish, a poor king.
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