had no plant but has its own thrill.
Roughened by the sun, water and dust,
it aged like a man, as it surely must.
A blue Robin out of nowhere came -
the empty pot was never again the same.
Leaves, twigs - its own home it did pave;
gladly collecting all that Nature gave.
The cradle of nature took time to sway -
'Baby's chirps' were heard from day to day.
The empty pot was now full of pure joy -
knowing that it was Nature's fine ploy.
Each of us, an unique purpose do serve -
as we make roads, smoothen every curve.
Prasenjit©2023
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