IT IS CALLED A BOUT!
Through desire a man, having separated himself, seeketh and intermeddleth with all wisdom.
She would sit at a corner
And stay there for hours;
She would come out only once
To eat in the morning hours,
And then she’d go back to her eggs,
After she had stretched her legs,
To sit on them and make them warm,
So will she continue till the number of days be 21.
Yea, for twenty one days,
She’d be literally without food
Neither would she drink but keep the eggs warm
Just to produce chicks that look good.
And when those eggs are hatched
And those little beings come out,
The hen’s status quo would change instantly
Because her chicks are a product of a bout!
Learn from the mother hen;
Who through persistence became abnormal
And just after the bout she produced new beings
And could now live above the normals!
Let abnormality come first!
Should all the time be eating, drinking and chatting?
Be scarce for a period of time
And be persistent in your dream-chasing.
The fact is just that
New things are not brought forth by the multitude,
Rather by the individual
Who goes into solitude!
Learn from mother hen!
Go back to your den,
For it is called a bout
Since new things would come out.