Little Bird
O what is it you think of,
Enchanting little bird?
As you sit upon the enchanted
Gul Mohar tree..
No breeze moves you
But you are fixed
Despite the light or fierce breeze.
You sit immobile
As the branches sway
You become part of their rhythm,
Your sweet voice fills
The air with sprightly sounds-
Twitter twitter chirp chirp
Until I see you have company...
Now I see you bathing in sunlight
And now you sit amidst
The dappled boughs
And I am filled with a sense
Of wonder and of sadness
As you fly away into the vast
Expanse you came from.
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On Flattery
It was a delightful morning and I
thought I'd go down for a stroll,
There where nature's bounties abide
My society's precious garden road.
As I walked round my favourite bend
where the Moghra creeper grows
I saw the mother of a friend
Plucking flowers for her god
Many people do this everyday
They're so accustomed to causing pain,
They fail to realise the folly of their essays
In presenting to God what is His anyway.
Flowers ought to be with their families
That's where they belong,
When I see them amidst plants and trees.
I feel I could burst out in song!
I know someone who so sympathises with flowers
His expressed reason got me quite upset
"Why should some flowers reach the feet of god
While others remain in their flower bed?"
The next time I see someone in the act
I promise not to wince and walk away-
I will try to convince and explain
You cannot flatter God in any way.
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