Monday, November 8, 2010

Poem 36- One little bird

One hot morning
I heard the birds sing
and then I saw them fly
very very high

They flew into the sky
to fly I would love to try
this is not a lie
but i really want to fly

Oh! But there is one little bird
it seems to be injured
i heard it cry
as it tried to fly

I thought I'll take it to my hut
so that I can plaster it's cut
But what if I do not?
It might die in the hot

But how will I catch the bird
I really wondered
At that time it flew
But believe me this story is true
- Gaurang Rao

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