I Am Glad That The Bird Sits On My Hand Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I am glad that the bird sits on my hand
Among thousands that visit the garden
I am the one it chooses as its friend

I am glad that the bird picks up the seeds
From my hands and chirps a sweet song
As it looks around the playing kids

I am glad that the bird waits only for me
In the garden every day to meet and share
Some moments of love feeling free

I am glad to have a sweet and cute friend
That waits and sings for me and takes away
The days' weariness sitting on my hand