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Clouds like moss
Birds fly across
The wind which pushes the cloud
Shake a massive crowd.
Round and round the birds all fly
Even if they go high and high
For they do not know the noble way
To return to the place where they rest and stay.
Lump of clouds, tons they weigh
But move swiftly in the clear blue sky
Fleet of birds flying abroad
With no barrier, nor straight road.
Not in the cage locked with a key
But in the air flying very free
Life is like the high blue sky
No more barriers if you try to fly.

- Aamir Ahamed