The Green Parrot by Kh Atiar Rahman

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The bird looks beautiful by its gloomy look
As if it has inner feeling
It can talk and dance;
It knows the movement of the people.
It knows  her master
For food and drink, it beckons
By her head nodding and uprising her leg.
The bird is parrot not being ordinary
But her spiritual feelings of love and trust
It shouts when the sparrow tries to snatch her food
It can dance like the dancing of a snake
As if the lion does upon the foes
The parrot looks green
But the rays of the sun burn always itself
It memorizes the past, present and future ahead
It can swing and sprinkles with the birds outcries.
One bird disappears as it is discovered in the dawn
It was falling like the dead
But it was alive when someone pushes strictly
Inside of the cage where the bird stood fearfully
It was snatched but recovered
By its paws and sharpened teeth.
The  bird sitting on a wall has a sharpening look
To look behind in pulling the backlogs
As if all are lost in the past
Being adorned with the scratching wings.
The leaps are shaking in a badge
To swear  the path of lively kids
Who are starving day and night
Like thee half dead birds flying over
The walls of orchard and the pine.
The little buckles are falling on the ground
Scattered here and there in twisting
The shrubs and creeper of nature
The wings are flapping making sounds
To have gloomy bittier waiting for the prey.
 
The parrot sings as it has red feather
Like the knife edge in the ocean hopes.
The water of the streams lining with
To go on over inside the brick wall
To have fresh and vigor  of mind
In hereinafter and deadly stealth
To assuage aging in the past,
On the pings of life and death
 As an egotism continually moving in rows.