Poem By Raghurama Raju
Summer or winter
Everyday at the exact hour
The little bird graces our house!
Black or brown, its feathers be,
It must be beautiful I know!
Beautiful beings only can sing beautifully,
On the window ledge, on the compound wall,
On a tender jasmine twig,
Sits the little bird to sing its celestial song,
I bend, I kneel and I crawl
For a glimpse of the lovely bird,
The frightened bird dartshigh in to the sky!
Hot, wet or chilly-
The fickle weather may often vary
But the mood of the bird varies never,
Happy to rise and happy to wake up the world
Must be the little bird's philosophy!