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The Nest | Krushna Chandra Mishra - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

The Nest | Krushna Chandra Mishra

They were all very sure their nest there
Was not broken despite the storm and there
Still in the same old good condition to
Welcome them in smiling for the rest
They knew best they needed having not slept
Ever since they heard of damages the storm had
Done to most houses in the neighborhoods.

They knew nothing their nest would succeed
Doing if it sought to face the force of the storm
For the wall that held it was safe like ever
And the wall as they saw standing seemed
To tell them in comforting whispers
Everything was safe – their nest or their dreams.

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