Parrot

Though winged I am caged I flutter my wings As if to fly They get hurt by the iron railings The milked rice And the good nuts That I am served Do not satisfy As I dream Of the open sky Where I do belong. You ask me Oh Parrot! How are you? You see my bright green feathers And my beautiful red beak I answer in my clatter Which you can not understand and think I belong to rich and so live in lavish On some careless day My owner may Keep the cage open I may get a chance to fly But my wings that have forgotten the art of flying may fall a prey to some vultures My good owner and his neighbors Will curse me, O.K, O.K Let that ungrateful bird Meet a graceless end.