While the hen lay eggs and wander around,
the chick is craving for worms,
when the sun shines and the cock cookoo,
it is heaviness and bones coming into sensation
When the afternoon strikes twelve,
the mind still obeys; how lovely,
soon the called evening arrives and
there wandering it goes..
though night strikes,
and the lips desired to scream,
yet, there it abstains
for just another day.
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