a blue bird dives on the stream
a fish it caught in its beak.
it repeats the maneuver
soon he does not know hunger.
-the kingfisher.

a brown bird lands on the ground
on shallow streams took a bath.
giving men a joyful sight
had its fun, it takes to flight.
-the chestnut munia

a dainty song overheard
a familiar call from sky.
a pair lands on the window
delighting the lone widow.
-the pied fantail

i pick on scraps by the street
and a peck of farmers' grain.
a nuisance i have become
both to animals and man.
yet i am content to live
among these birds beautiful.
choicest food i cannot taste
yet on scrap i still subsist.
once in my past, life was good
but i met my misfortune.
now i am forced to endure
living life as a sparrow.
-a poor man.

Remembrance.
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Remembrance
Easy as our mind slips back to days bygone
Munia we had so many memories in our vaults
Especially as  we were in the darkest beyond
My life and yours so entwined with our thought
Black days to haunt us but both became fond
Rich poetry the tonic to sustain both our lives
And we rose up to fly so free from our bonds
Naturally living  without husbands or wives
Counting days putting right that was wrong
Especial remembrance of love ones now gone
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Written by Philip.
April 3rd 2019

[Inspired by a photo by Munia Khan posted on Facebook]

I gave you red roses
as a sign of my love,
and now they lie there,
cast down on the pavement.

Red petals, green leaves,
faded and dry,
all life gone from them,
shrivelled and dead,
like the love that you once said
you felt for me.
Only thorns are left
to remind me of your heartlessness.

Is this what my love means to you?
What did I do
to change your mind?
Is there no hope for me any more?