My son Akash Gulati's poems

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