Malabar Horn Bill Laughs. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

I heard a loud cackling voice
Followed with a laughing call
Mistaken as something strange
And looked around the arecanut garden
Where I walks as a routine journey
The cackling voice a familiar one
The laughing sound a friendly I felt
I closely watched the surroundings
Where I saw a pair of birds
Perching in a branch of the tree
Amused the sight of pretty birds
One has a reddish bill, and beautiful
The other one having an yellowish bill
Beautiful feathers, charming looks
They were telling their own stories
As if I have no business at all there
Both were resembling the marvelous beauty
Both were having charming looks
The creator's perfection visible there
The woes and worries I forgot a while
The grey colored wings so beautiful
The brown mixed feather perfectly combed
A little disturbance might have felt
The unwanted appearance of a human being
Suddenly glided to another tree branch
The other one followed the way of former
Making a strong voice against my presence
Told me to leave the place early
And we parting our own happiness and love
And playing our own games in our own world
You humans makes us perplexed and frightened
And throwing stones, or shooting for humor
Our loud calls are a token of friendship
But not you man, but to our own species
The nature cares well always us
This calm and breeze is enjoyed here
The life is miserable to your fellow ones
But this life moment is precious to us
Tomorrow we don't know what our destiny
A little fault will lead us to danger
There your people will arrange a cage
Well placed cage with strong iron bars
A life term of jail without the happiness
you call us Malabar horn bill in pretty name
But we are only a bird species living in wild.
Leave us alone on this world of love sharing
Our own world is more happily we enjoying.