Birdie, The Strongest Snatcher of Liberty !!!
With deep iridescent black feathers and onyx eyes
And a black velvety tail like the veil of the new moon night.
Thou hum hymns for Her from here for heavenly delight.
Sky stirs from slumber, stretching and yawning long,
Thou art Nature's grand awakening with thy song
Thine is a soft plumage with pious touch of Him
Thine is a dark beak with many layers of His cream
O Birdie, thou art the mystery of magical mango trees
Concealed among crimson and deep green Natural appeas
Thou art the swinger of the green jungle's joyous peak
Nostalgic child in me remembers thy hide and seek.
O Birdie, the best host of all seasons-the Spring
Why thou look'd so poor, the future queen of a king ?
How thy hatcher died during thy furious first flight ?
How thy cruel caging began with a torturous plight ?
Thy fall was seen by a man, a foe of Nature
Who calmly came closer in the cover of a nurture.
Thus, thy journey of captivity tenderly took place.
Thine wasn't incurable wound as he knew thy case.
Oh, why thou came in the cage for earthy English song ?
How thy mighty melody turn'd into a shrill cry long ?
Thy pensive peace even silence'd Her soul.
Thou art half now, when again shall thou be a whole?
O Birdie, a sipper of brimming ocean blue,
May I peep into thy hurt heart for a clue ?
Thy tears tore my veins to flow blood fountain.
How am I raining red water to myself, once a mountain?
O Birdie, an angelic nurse of nourishing life !
How thy sweet notes heal'd thy hunter and his ailing wife ?
Thy service was for them and thus for humanity and life.
How art thou still so humble even if caged inside the house of a knife ?
O Birdie, a sucker of nectar with fluttering inky wings,
Why thee accept'd his grasping golden chains with rings ?
Thy blessed black feathers bore intense hurt by its pricking.
How can he soothe thy inner pain by only self-kicking ?
O Birdie, a child, a mate, a friend, a nurse, a daughter !
How could he think of thy flesh frying or slaughter?
Thy sweetness fire'd his curiosity for his experiment.
Why, O why, thou came to learn the urban argument ?
O Birdie, thou doth not need any tricky learning.
Here they teach not values but only for earning.
'Tis better for thee to flee from captive for Her sake.
Ground grains are serve'd to thee with water of Her lake.
O Birdie, I am proud of thee and thy bold step !
How thou defeated the hold of death, a close escape ?
Thy full fighting for infinite freedom with the hunter in the house,
Was as dramatic as a hungry cat attacking again the catspitmouse.
Thank Her for thy sharp beak to attack the man's lusty eyes,
He unholds thee due to dying pain with deafening cries.
Thy graphite feathers were flying in the confined air of the quivering room,
As cottons of the smothering pillow of a poor bride by her greedy groom.
The last flight was not of worldy wings but of divine Conscience.
Snatch thy liberty, the soul of life by using teeth, nails, brain or Science.
@ Rajneesh Kumar Mishra
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