No Time Left For Me by Dr. Partha Banerjee
First Sunshine refused to stay
Big Potholes making me slow
Treacherous Monsoon decided to leave
When Charming Stars started to glow
No Time left for me
No food given to singing birds
They are lonely, they are tired
They are punished, even not spared
Though I know they will sing once again
And they will make me laugh and Free
But I may leave the world with a note
Never try to build your nest on a hanging tree
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