In circled flight, they
Flutter and soar the sky
In the hush of morn,
Away from the dust and its dirt-
Quite away! At the sight,
Thither the beloved kin,
The heart blurts sighs
Which eyes cry out.
The drips drizzle,
Whimper and whisper
The tic toc throbs:
” Shhh! Keep Quiet!”
S.C.P.B
So-called Poetry of Biba 