Once In A City Poem by Kaikubad Ali

I was walking through the July noon,
Searching for a drop of water in the human desert.
Under the shadow of a tall building,
I heard a broken rough voice of a bird,
I thought it to be the lament of a crow,
Being injured in window by the housewife for its cursing ugliness.
But it was so pathetic, a sad melancholy,
I could not but searched for it in the tall city building,
My first glance caught a tiny ventilator in the cemented wall,
An open beak was visible asking for something towards the sky,
May be it was asking for a bit of ice from the far ice shop,
Or for the water tank on the roof to be burst.
I put myself tall to recognise my curiosity bard,
Oh God! I found, It was an old dying cuckoo bird.