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TALE OF A SIALA
TALE OF A SIALA
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One day, a tiny Siala was born,
covered with azure of love.
The day was bliss for his menage,
dancing, popping all around the woodland.
Days after days, he grew
hovering over the transient peace.
Falling & felling over manifold
with aplomb in the air.
The day of pride arrived,
he conquered the blue…
What had he watched
was hard to tell….
Dying wings of juvenile souls,
crying hoars of silent fowls
And, aching pain of brawls.
The day he was sworn,
his brood was no-where seen.
Much of time passed away,
youth ran in rage for the throne.
A king he was,
chirping commands all around….
An inner lantern doubts the trans,
does it lament or elate?
