Treasure Island

vijay gupta

(5-5-1950 / meerut, india)

Cry of a parrot


Cry of a parrot
I am a beautiful bird.
My red nose is a charming.
Children became happy when I shook my nose.
They offer green chilies to me.
They clap also when I play with the chili.
My green body offer peace to every one.
My tail is also embracing.
I can speak hardly few words.
Peoples become happy by hearing them.
Have you ever think about my happiness.
You offer every thing in my cage.
However, where is my family & friends?
I also play on the branches of trees.
Where they are?
Lap of the nature is away from me.
Here I am leaving as a slave.
I hate this slavery.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 14, 2007
Edited: Monday, April 25, 2011
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