Once upon a time , a kiwi with her mother, patient and a nocturnal creature .
Lived under a tree in a deep burrow,
Together happily, somewhere a little sorrow.
Their dreams as high as the sky,
The desired wish only to be able to fly.
One day, the baby remarked in lonely tone,
"Mom , yesterday you said I have grown,
But still haven'tgot any wings,
Why God hasn't granted us such things?"
His mother replied with a sigh,
"My child, look those birds flying in the sky,
We all are not the same,
Innocence, cleverness,
Beauty or senses defines their fame.
Some birds do have sharp eyes ,
But others are clever and wise.
Some can fly high ,we can't.
Some are bigger in size but we aren't.
We are the smallest and flightless birds with a pointed beak,
A good sense of smell makes us unique.
Don't blame Him for what he didn't provide,
Thank himfor making us unique worldwide!"
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