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| Harsha Navalkar Photography |
and she bitterly cried...
Her nest was shattered,
where birds once clattered...
Knitted by a lot of efforts,
which had enough comforts...
Every branch of it was broken,
and she was deeply shaken...
She had no alternative,
and decided to go away from the negative.
She flew with a mournful tread,
Away from the unendurable dread.
© HarshaNavalkar
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