BLACK BIRDS - unity
BLACK BIRDS
This is a bird smaller in
Creation just as that of
Early bird looks alike
Does live on branch of tree
Never build up living hood
To take part with as family
Many times this bird will
Lays eggs in the chamber
Of early bird and the hatching
Will take place by the early bird
As it looks alike
When the summer started after
The rainy season this bird
Raising its voice and melody
Is enjoyed by the human
And the cuckoo bird invites
Its pair by its voice as it is alone
Cuckoo’s feathers are black in
Colour beak is of white in nature
Can fly a little height here and there
For food, but its voice is little bigger
Can reach a fairly a far off distance
Anyone will love to hear its melody
Voice even in its cry of its loneliness
To spread mind to sympathy for its
Good living
A small quantity of cooked
Fuming fresh from oven is placed
On the wall next
It is quite surprisingly
Two, three early birds
Crying as kha kha
Gathered together and ate the
Food nicely and flied away
The black bird cuckoo is watching
This and not cared of this
And remained on the branch of
Tree, and then came down after
Finding the residue to fill the eats
To its need
Both the birds are black in colour
Related with each other
Different in their livings of nature
And we like both of them
As to their unity of creation
-Ayyan - 16052010
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