You do wonders
Here they're greater
To the parched souls
In this craggy part
Its refuse-clogged streets
Home to mangy curs
Its discoloured sky
Where the last stork
Was spotted long ago
Now the picture dimmed
Even crows evaded
As there was nothing
For crumbs turned stones
You have swept it clean
The crags seem to smile
The crumb-stones softened
The curs washed clean
The storks faraway
Now recall the fond memories
Of fishing with ibises
Under the watchful eyes
Of a solitary kingfisher
The crows sense a jolt
Ah, you're here
With the long-craved wonders
Let the sky be blue again
Let there be monstrous clouds
Let the storks meet the herons
Give the kites a reason
To unfurl their wings
Give the real sense
That you still are around
To shower hopes
Bring the dreams
Within reach.
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