Were you

Where are the Psalms of the Covenant true,
 Were you a flier in the distance,
 Having flown up there, the Ambassador elegant,
 Soaring into the sky-high syndrome,
 Soaring, - from the world ahead,
 Straight to the rock of Kilimanjaro,
 There, clouds of sweet cotton wool to eat,
 Il drink rain under the sun heat,
 By admitting to being a Daedalus chick ?
  
 From the Punjab, arrived Ile Haryana,
 Recently we in the village of Anand, -
 Aboriginal Sahib-Nankana.
 Indian Sikh and the Magistrate,
 Our mutual friend and loyal brother,
 All through visible and shiny,
 The hermit is proud and ascetic,
 Till the night hanging in the air,
 Kids are very funny.
  
 What is shared must,
 Talking to Sargun,
 Today he's over the chrysanthemum,
 Yesterday hung over the closet,
 When it rains, it flies into the house,
 It is and it is not, - approximately,
 All day, since dawn, does not eat does not drink,
 But of course he understands everything,
 And quietly listens to Sarguna!