Two Mynas I Used To See - Poem by Pijush Biswas
Two house mynas quarrel on the courtyard
Mother says 'stop them, let them not go out
Of the house'; and explains oft them as auspicious birds.
'Go Go! yet full-throat'd I shout.
Neither they hear, nor they fly up
Stolid, indifferent they are in altercation!
And press they one-another's cope
So dangerous the battle, so dreadful the vision!
Two mynas, hungry, search for food
Enter into our kitchen, everyday afternoon
And bear they food to their broods.
Freshen heart, I scatter grains with hands boon.
Then mother says 'so hearty you are',
'Let them eat grains, be tamable to us'.
Charity is good virtue, a divine thought in far.
Charity enlarges the core of heart, makes one pious.
Two mynas, amorous, wander among bushes
Where they dwell, where they breed the broods.
Every summer comes the Kalbhaisakhi, the storm, pushes
Them to the lap of death with her rude mood.
Speechless they claim to Nature-
As if, ask 'why thou art cruel? '
'Why thou hast written our fate with the hands of a butcher? '
'Is not our innocence real? '
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