Nesting Birds Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

We got the colorful feathers
Strong beaks, and melancholic sound
Where we makes our own songs
You prefer the rhymes a plenty
For your children in this earth
They hearing the songs of ours in homes
Tries to imitate which we amuses
We knows no one can imitate us in clarity
Or sing the song that we sings, when happy
Because we are taught ourselves without tutor
Or instruments, to assist in our songs
Oh! dear ones, we can share this earth
Leave us in our own world to sing
You help us to continue our own life
The little birds, in shades and branches
And for nesting with rightful ways.