Man:
“Avians thee, travel pole to pole
Amassing with ease, all those miles
Amazing spirit to be never on the dole
Alas, we fail to fathom thy smiles..!”
Tern:
“Man, the winter compels us to wander
Making us drift to the menacing south
Migratory flights to an endless yonder
Mindless moves have become our couth”
Man:
“Talk about it, to our human race
Traversing tough lands and seas
Though not showing thy guts and grace
Thoughts of home, never tend to cease”
Tern:
“We flock back home, as winters end
Wading waves of cloud, beltering blues
Wafting in a huddle, we try to defend
Weird dangers, that wields no clues”
Man:
“Sans religion, no caste nor creed
Soaring aves, thy sterngth is the herd
Soacked in regional, religious greed
Sapiens kinship, is all but unheard”
Tern:
“What is religion, is it your blood?
Is is your dress or the colour of skin
Where doth it show, a halo over head?
How does it bind you, as people akin?!”
Argument will continue….
