Once i had a bird from paradise, that justified well its name,
Sat in the mornings, silent on the window pane.
Woke me up, with its knock,
Sounded like that old cuckoo clock.
Stared with obsession all the day,
Never understood, what was its way?
Stayed there through out the time,
Off the water, off the lime.
The melodious chirrups that it made,
Like it asked, how was your day?
Listened to me with perfection,
Then why do folks say, it was just an affection.
Alphonso-Gelato were its taste,
Couldn't arrange all in haste.
Midnight awakening, due to its nightmare,
Looking for her father, like in the kite fare.
And those psychological tests it took,
"OH MY GOD!" it read my look.
And the day, a man came,
With a stern look, a strange name.
Took the flight, as my companion,
Sat on the shoulder of that comedian.
Thought it would smother me,
But didn't even crawl for me.
Sleepless nights, endless days,
Hick ups, sneezes and the colors fade..........
