Why is it that they always pass this road
and not that road?
I wonder!
They only have one route with no other,
To and fro;
They move at once and not one after another
What a unity!
They fly to start the business of the day
When the sun goes down
and you may never see them till the following evening.
I wonder if they are blind,
I wonder!
Their nest is not farfetched from
my villa,
As I watched them while sitting on my pavement
And I move closer
to have a chat with them.
And I moved closer
he flew back
I moved again, he flew again.
"eh" I summoned
"am a friend " I said
"can you see me" I demanded
"no, am blind" he replied.
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