Till yesterday, it sat <br />On the powerline, <br />And the tree in the yard, <br />Sang soulful songs, <br />In different tunes, <br />Calling for it's mate, <br />Today it lay dead <br />On the street, <br />Not noticed by none, <br />Sometimes crusehed <br />By the passing vrhicles, <br />Spreading it on the road, <br />Of the remains it had, <br />I can't listen to its song <br />No more, took it's dead body <br />To the transh bin, <br />For it's burial somewhere. <br /> <br /> <br />Ravikiran Arakkal.<br /><br />RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dead-bird/
