A colored steel bird soaring above
the cotton balls like clouds in the air,
With a heavily loaded backpack on
the bare straight spine of the airliner,
Their wings stay intact for hours and
hours till the end of the flight,
The glassy eyes of the bird turn so
luminous in the darkness under the moonlit night,
From above, on the earth, everything is visible
like miniature marvels on the way,
Their sight has a special boon,
they know how to navigate on a cloudy windy day,
Once it lands on the ground, leave their heavy backpack
and go for slumber until it’s next flight,
Thank you bluebird for showing the path of life.

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