Brothers from far


They came from far lands
In timber boxed ferry
Bows with no arrow
Guns with no rounds
Skin with no colors
Face bore no signs
Eyes lacked emotions
Heads were like trunks
Strides are so hefty
Wore hides so tough
Walked in bare foot
Spoke like owl’s hoot
Still they make merry
Are never in a hurry
Strange are the ways 
They stay happy always.

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