My Mynah Poem by Ravinder Kumar Soni

Opposite my window
Stands a large tree, old and many-branched,
On these branches come to roost
Birds of many kinds;
Amongst them was a mynah I befriended.
I taught her to speak English,
Just a few simple words that were
Not enough to know her mind.
On her part, using her third eye, I suppose,
She could read my mind and loved me,
She thought I planned to make her write
English sonnets.
She was elated.
For days I sat at the window
Making small talk with her
Trying to teach her to compose verses
In rhyme and rhythm.
One day she did not turn up
I have not seen her for more than three weeks now
And do not expect to see her again.
She was an aggressive lady who could kill
Or be killed, being possessive about her roost.
I am going to miss her.
While tutoring her, I wrote poems
That grace these pages.