No one can predict exactly
How death takes on someone
It can come in any form it likes
And ends up life all of a sudden
Yesterday, it came up abruptly
In the guise of hysteric squalls
Swifter than the lightning wings
Was its gait armed with hails
In the twinkling of an eye
It killed hundreds of sweet birds
I witnessed its macabre dance
And cackle of feathered friends
Really! Death can catch up
With anyone of us unawares
Today parrots were on its hit list
Who is tomorrow? How to share? -
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