How I wish to have wings,
If an angel I would have had,
I am neither a cuckoo that sings,
Nor a butterfly that's so mad,
After the flowers of the garden
How they wish to touch the skies,
With joy flies from Eden to Eden
With colourful wings scales highs
Wish to be a peacock of coat of colors,
Never to be notorious like ugly Turkey,
Gentle ever with gait and valours,
Nor to be a stinging or hurting bee,
Or Pelican or Vulture of whatever mix,
I want to be ever resurrecting Phoenix.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu
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