BIRDS are ...
BIRDS Are …
This day morning a little time
After the sunrise
A time for my breakfast
Hearing the voice of
Early birds black in colour
Sitting on a branch of a mango
Tree besides
Placed my eats a few
Just on the edges top of wall
With my pleasure
Black birds raised voice kaka
Flied down to pick up the eats
And completed all in a
Quick movement
It is filling my mind
As the way Almighty
Has given me his way
The chance of feeding
The early birds
Early birds are becoming as
My friends
Coming home every day
Before my breakfast
Which share the eats a part.
Ayyan 19042010
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