He acted the Shakespeare
Conducted breathing exercises
Tongue twisters
He agitated
He wanted to run away
From seeing those awful characters
Speaking so harshly
Like rattling steels
Suffocating chests
Some others
Acting to the duke
The merry makers
He tried to laugh
To imitate
He cursed every one there on the play
Then when freed from these monsters
He brought his parrot
The boy
Of a younger age
A child still
Was at his best
Holding the cage of the bird
He loved
To speak
To the parrot
And make him talk too
For hours he would look to him
To read his eyes
See the red line on his neck
Touch his beak
And tail
He wants to learn the same way
On his own
The songs that the parrot
Would learn too
10/11/2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadiqullah I like your uneque style.