(IPOGS, Freestyle) frustrated stork

author:  Mratyunjay Kag
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The denizens flew over the hedge
Remodelling beauties and beds in cage,
Clearing the land in rage,
With fresh gems and gaze.

The storks flew to the chimney,
Their feathers black with soot,
Frusted were they because of loot,
Of their maiden's austere suit.

Twigs made of steel flew in the feathers
Claws made of iron rested in the craters
To protect the left over love,
For the shivering dove.

And the dove always sang,
About redemption and pang,
The frusted stork understands now,
The meaning of superior sand,
The strength of greedy hand.



 
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