I make my house myself, To keep my children safe, I go around the day, To collect rare foods.
I leave my bed at dawn, And lay back in bed at dusk, Some good people feed me, rest, I keep on wandering and eating.
But you know I chirp a bare, unlike the other birds, I don’t have the strength to oppose, The irritating herds.
I demand water by asking, “chirrup” as politely as I can, A lady in a small cottage comes out and provides.
Even sometimes, a crow, snatches my meal, I don’t perceive how to fight, I leave the place, and search out a new treasure around.
I am much concerned, About my kids who miss me, in the nest around the clock, I pray to God, To give that old woman, Everything she wishes, As she is my living god, who cares about my appetite.
She is the one I trust, must be adored by, thousands of humans, Inside their temples.
She is the one I believe, Must have educated others, To look after us poor, And weak birds.
I, but can’t fight, With my goddess, who knows that as like her? Children, I also have some, In my home.
I wake up every morning, and visit fifty-odd homes, Of which, just a few of them, Throughout the year, Do like to feed us, do like to care.
For the villain's cheer,
My rose has fallen,
Over here.
I descend the steps,
To take you there,
But over here,
You will find a mare.
A mare will,
Though represent,
Tend to be a deadly fare.
Hey, shout! my dear,
Though not shout,
For you will make,
A sudden-ed pout.
My soul will though remain,
Not with you, I ascertain,
It will rest in the peace of yours,
The wider you spread,
You may make it browse,
But with peace I claim,
For the sake of Karan's name.
The green-aged trees have never said a word Deep down the road a tiger roars. It’s because it has ended.
It started years ago Over the red bricks there used to be a family of four It was all collected until they tore apart A girl of their roots always believed that she cared for the boy not the one she loved from the incident but the one whom she played with since the time he was born.
One lucky day It was her birthday, and he was far from here, she cried all night as she remembered what he last said to her, “you are the one for whom I breathe,” It was not about he had been away It was about the promise that he would never leave her alone. The girl was in her teens but still very aspiring to fulfil his dream the dream he once expressed her that he will treat the poor with medicines She started staring at the clock and went on seeking for ten minutes a phone bell rang she picked up the phone; she learnt that “It has ended.” She asked while sobbing. “But how? Where is he?” The other person became silent, she went on asking and crying, but she received no response Alas! Her birthday was not as good as even the previous day.
He rose from his bed and found someone in his room and the phone is running. A girl is weeping on the receiver’s point He ran to the phone but fell to the ground with blood taking over the floor of the chamber. Alas! She never noticed that It did not end until the time she received the call but now, It has ended.
