"Nothing changed, In the village of ancients. we were the eminent insanes & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven. Millions of revolution brought To this colony of heart, There were only invoiced castles of pain & remained the same. All our screams were of the blood & bones To unchained the distressed souls, The eyes had only defences & remained the same. oh Birds, what did you get over this migration?? The beak had only four grains & remained the same In the new cities of Heaven... ~bhakta ©BP Bagh "