A Parrot
A Parrot
A few days
back
When I
returned home
I was greeted
by someone green
A parrot green
with a beak red.
I asked my mom
how it came here
And why
She said,
Nothing much to worry
It’s too hot
out there
So it fell in
our balcony
It’s taking
breathing hard
Perhaps
suffered the wrath of the weather
I thought it’s
thirsty
So gave it a
little water that it sipped hurriedly
Thanking me
gratefully
Then it let
inside
It seemed to
be hungry too
As it told
through flapping of the feathers
And tweaking
its beak
So I gave it
some cereal and a green chilli
Which was too
hot to eat
But it nimbled
it tastily
As it was its
Turkish delight
Thus she said
and thus I heard
But it was
more than a treat for me
On a hot
sultry afternoon
Making me
cool, cool kool
I gave it
another chilli
So he nipped
me affectionately
He was so
curious
To wander
about our home
He was jumping
on the racks
On the sofa,
on the windowpanes
Then arrived
my papa and sister
Both were
surprised
To see the
little guest
After playing
with us all a lot
He thought to
have some rest
He began to
look for a lap
In which he
could have a nap
He occupied my
flip-flop
And closed his
tiny eyes
But he could
sleep not much
For the flies
buzzed all about
I decided to study
a little
And went to our drawing room
Leaving him
lonely to untwig our broom
He scattered
it around and tweaked
As if wanted
more fun with its beak
Then came my
uncle and the tall cousin
Dumdum played
with them all
Oops, I didn’t
tell you its name
Dumdum, yea,
dumdum
I gave him
this name
Now the
shadows were falling down
And the sun
was turning sleepy
And my eyes
were getting weepy
And my father
let him fly
High and high
in the sky.
Akash
Gulati
