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Eagle
I am secluded from the earth
Crumbs or granules are of no worth
My nature is that of hermit
For me the lonesome wild is fit
Neither love songs of nightingale
Nor fragrant breeze can make me ail
The inmates of garden I shun
I can't afford their flirtation
Forest winds assail with awful might
They accelerate my ethereal flight
I crave not for the birds of prey
I live in a simple, austere way
I spring, recede and again I spring
In veins warm blood I aim to bring
In East and West the partridges lie
My world is blue and boundless sky
Of the realm of birds I am dervish
For a comfy nest I have no wish
