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The captured bird

The captured bird

He captures a bird,
And hides it in his hand,
he make a plan:
He will ask his Teacher:
if the bird in his hand, is dead?
or itsĀ  alive and wants to fly?
If the Teacher says is dead,
He will leave it free to fly.
If the Teacher says its alive
He will drown it with his hand.
The other day in school,
In a room full of people,
Beating against the Teacher
Beating against the Student.
In Silence, silence, silence…
The student asked the Teacher:
It is the bird in my hand, dead or alive?
the Teacher looks at him,
and as he approaches close to him,
In Veil of Silence says:
ITS UP TO YOU SON!!!

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Nikos Zavolas

Good write, Thanks for sharing, My vote

It is the bird in my hand, dead or alive?

the Teacher looks at him,

and as he approaches close to him,

In Veil of Silence says:
ITS UP TO YOU SON!!!

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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Ravindra Kumar

Appropriate answer,..."ITS UP TO YOU SON! ! !"..cleverness of a student in front of teacher has no value, he is similar to their fathe...It is duty of the student must obey and respect him,..thank you ..with love friend..xx Ravindra Kumar xx

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Tony Taylor

Hey Nikos, you know I've commented on your first few poems, but I think I know now what first attracted me to your writing.....you're a philosopher in the making my friend.........strong write.....tony

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