Master Oh My Master Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Master Oh my master!
You have shortened my wings and I cannot fly,
I am a blue bird of the blue sky.
Sitting on a footpath with a rainbow of
colorful envelopes,
the fortune tellers,
fates are your writes,
but when an innocent sufferer,
either unemployed,
going back home after an interview,
or have been suffering from a disease,
with a prescription in his bag
but no money to purchase medicines
or a gambler,
who stole gold ornaments of his wife
and now going to the race course
and wants to know the number of the winner horse,
or a lover being frustrated by his beloved,
insane in love and wants to know
when and how his beloved will favor him with love,
or a poor hungry man
with a few coins in his pocket
that could have been used
to purchase some food for him
but being optimistic
he prefers to know
what's stored in his future
when he'll become a rich millionaire.
Throughout the day,
may be heat stokes or cold waves,
we both wait for God's innocence,
materialized in a breathing human,
and when it comes to us
you raise your magic stick,
I come out from the cage,
pick a violet envelope,
and when you touch me from your hand,
I pick an indigo envelope,
and when you call me as Mithoo,
I pick a blue envelope,
I follow your various symbols,
you are my master,
no, I am wrong,
I am a slave of my hunger,
when I pick an envelope,
you give me something to eat.
Oh master my master!
You are also a slave,
while going back home in the evening
you purchase flour, pulses and vegetables,
and at home your spouse with her children,
welcomes you with a pleasant smile!
Oh master my master!
When I was free
and lived on the branches of a dense tree,
I also had a lovely spouse!
A beautiful, graceful, loyal blue bird,
and when you captured me
and made me a slave
we were incubating our eggs in turns,
what happened to her and to the eggs,
how she managed to fly in search of food
and incubating the eggs all alone,
I don't know!
Oh master my master!
Can't you write my fate in a white envelope,
I have been serving you since long, so long,
that I may pick for myself,
with a write inside,
thanks blue bird,
you are free and may go back,
to your lonely spouse!