He’s the odd bird out I tell my wife <br />His time is up full spent his life <br />Bereft of feathers peeps out his skin <br />He doesn’t deserve anymore caged in. <br /> <br />He could now the others infect <br />For the ones healthy him must reject <br />Once he is gone we would have the good four <br />Let us be practical and show him the door. <br /> <br />My wife a kind lady looks at me askance <br />Is this the same man or someone else by chance <br />Then bringing herself together says with a stern face <br />How could you be so cruel and horribly pitiless! <br /> <br />I reason with her time is closing for him to die <br />We would do it better if we let him taste the sky <br />His life is already wasted enslaved in your cage <br />Why not give it the wind to fly turn over a new page! <br /> <br />She isn’t convinced an iota from what I clearly spell <br />Get in her eyes the clouds impending rains well <br />It’s too late now she says not to let him end his life <br />In the world he knows his own with a family of the five!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/odd-bird-out/
