The Little Bird Poem by Kinshuk Banik

O little bird, who made thee?
Who made such mirth and glee?
Who made such a delight to see?
O little bird, who made thee?

Vast on the sky,
Thy parents fly,
Thou in thy couch dost lie,
And imagine the world we see.
O little bird, who made thee?

Large and harsh were thy forefathers,
Land-dwellers were their sisters and brothers,
But how thou such tender be?
O little bird, who made thee?

The radiant beauty of thine,
Be of all, and of mine,
That I again pray to see,
O little bird, who made thee?