Smelling bad odour of darkness and In all seat,
Every nest is owned by a bird but why disowned bit,
The nest is fanatically surreptitious and nocturnalis,
Barely the verandah of the nest is said to be diurnalis,
A stagnant stream of darkness trespassed and surrounded,
So horrific and terrible while merchants avoiding merchandise,
Scary nest in all kinds and sowed mysterious fright,
Fears boiling: bambam! Bambam! Restlessly heart sings the beat,
Well carved internally designed by voluntary architect,
Also stylistically built like a room is not a room but a room,
Dull dust as freaquent feast fills the stable of teeth all glutton,
As arrived in boxe-sized-like muddy nest has new nest-seater,
Little after, a perfect enclosure neither air nor wind,
Awkwad conduiciveness in unfamiliar corridor in guild,
Gently with no applause and ovation buried in a drought of clap,
Teemingly like a spot of accident a sack of used up souls cheap,
Not a sojourn, no ephemeral empties are seen crawling into,
Unevasively the nest is the next bed am parking off for,
Unwindowed, free from hole which in cave or nest will in vain,
Initially a shelter of no entrance and not a bit cover for rain,
Sun freely gives now a mean and even shuts the hands,
With all generosity moon hides only owls left outside with dines
Sulaiman Farfesan Waka
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