Me And The Bird - Poem by Prabal Dahal
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I heard from a bird which was very sweet
I was sitting in my room
With my body but not my soul; which was flying with a bird in a magical broom
The bird had a spot which I thought was mole
But it turned out to be the source of power which had grabbed my soul.
Yes, it was the spot which had powers
The powers of love, the powers of music
The music reflected the love, and the sheer cares
The music from the spot was filling my ears.
Then I finally realised what the spot was
It was the bird’s heart, Oh yes it was
The happy singing and the lovely twittering
The bird’s song also made me very shimmering.
But something happened just then
I heard gunshots from the guns of two nasty men
They had no love, they had no pity
They just wanted to sell the bird in the polluted city.
The bird started crying, its tears came out
Then it grabbed me with a scary shout
The bird was shivering within my arms
Its tears touched my heart; which made me protect it from all harms.
I took out my magic wand to cast a spell
Which bought those nasty men their tickets to hell
I sympathized the bird with a sweet kiss
The bird also kissed me with a little hiss
Then I requested the bird to start a new song
And promised to get those nasty men punished and hung.
But the bird didn’t want me to do so
It said that I would be like them if I do so
After saying this it started a new song
Which I wanted to hear all day long.
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I heard from a bird which was really very sweet.
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