Scattered thoughts I collect meticulously
Assemble word by word carefully
Some dropped and some missed words
On the way
No blueprint or plan to work with
Simply guided by my intuitions
Slowly a line is formed then a para
Till the end is reached
I am like a bird who builds the nest
Collecting Twig after Twig
Not knowing how many are enough
To make a nest
The beauty of nests and thoughts is
Build with the same twigs and words
But reflecting the essence of the creator
Each a unique masterpiece
The NEST and the ART preserved
May be visited and admired time and again
But none can be dismantled or re-arranged
To create same magic again.
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