Chirping beauties in rainbow plume, pick them as you please <br />But what drew her was the one pair on sale for forty rupees. <br />Surely an offer not to drain her coffer, she quickly grabbed the two <br />Proudly flaunted her prized catch, with them she could do. <br />On reaching home as she watched close, she couldn’t hold her rage <br />One was lame the other blind, a duo crippled with age. <br />Then she cooled and uttered after a contemplative pause <br />‘it’s god’s will and be sure his will, is never without cause. <br />‘They were not cared for nor loved, nursed and properly fed <br />Had I not made them my own, they would soon have been dead. <br />So it is god wanted me to go and hunt them out <br />On his wish I brought them home, his wills are served no doubt.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-be-it-9/
