I want to catch
In my camera
The bird, named
Red vented bulbul,
Like my poet friend
Sushil Tripathy.
But dear friends,
I have cut down
All trees of my gardens.
True, I am the cause of
My sorrows,
Two months ago.
Excuse me, dear Sushil,
I am unable to go
To your house also.
No birds,
No good morning,
No good evening,
And no thank you,
And no truth
Left with me
Really I am
Not good.
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