The Parrot Poem by Sadiqullah Khan
The Parrot
I held him so near
So dear
Breathed some life into him
Some drops of water
On a cold wintry morning
I had seen him
Hiding his face
Beneath his wings
In warm feathers
He was sad
And my little sweet daughter
She came
That the parrot
Was sick
He was light
He looked with great compassion
Once or twice
His last look
On the world
From the cage
He breathed his freedom
By giving his soul
30/12/2009
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4/24/2024 8:40:19 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Joe Poewhit says, only we people have souls do we? Has he seen them, felt them? otherwise nice poem -10 anjali