Little parrot, thou art beautiful
So beautiful thy eyes.
To thee I'm thankful
For thou utter'th my name nice.
Among all thou the best,
Though I keep thee in the cage.
Thou art so curious
So much thou asking,
After thou hast lost the nest.
Try to fly in the sky,
Though thou art of minor age.
Thou becometh so charming
When I look into thine appearance.
Thy heart is so pious.
Wouldst thou be victorious,
If stay'th being my friend quiet
In the long battle of life.
I will give to thee survival
If comes strangely the storm,
Save thee with hands strong.
Oh, multitude his feathers
The game of multiple colours-
Green, Yellow, Red and White.
He is the best creature
Of the Nature, Her once revival.
Let me tell him genius and
So creative his two beaks.
Friend he is mine of two weeks.
Yet, well-known I'm to him, this short time.
Astonished I'm by him,
His recitation what I sing.
Little parrot,
Thou art now my eyes' pleasure
Friend, guide and philosopher
What thou tell'th, hear my ears joyfully.
As if, thou, the child of an imitator.
Thou art so little, fruitless thy wings
If I lose thee! gather in mind the fears.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
incredible i must say sir this is brilliant the technique of the words the meaning it is just beautiful...i am in awe bravo sir this the best piece i ever read on this site......