"myna" poems
Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon
Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon
Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water
Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul
You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words
Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue
They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune
Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But never try to feel with the heart
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 1:33 PM UTC
......
In this edge of the end
Where simplicity flows
Through the straight river
The upstream songs
As the ****** sunshine of Lost spring
There today,
Exhausted Myna drying feathers
In the wet air
Sitting on the shade of the window
Steadfast attention on the distant horizon
Slothful day in a comfort bed
With a cup of tea
A longed cigarette,
Romanticism become struck
Outside the open window
Inside out
Light clouds of August
As if the "will" cradling to and fro
Dropping the ageless poetry
Filled with the words of dance
Rain comes down on the unleash field
Essence of mystic tunes flowing
From the tearful trots of rains
Moving, Flooding
The both sides of the river
..............
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 2:42 PM UTC
~~
Away A Spring comes
Through the windows of the old
Where yet I see the past times of gold
Though I could mention
Still takes some times to
Get out of detention
Of all those values of drowning dreams
Though everything passing with trims
Either Come back again
As any other forms
In the horizon of the Wren Drongo, Myna
In the Sparkling bright days
As if red flamboyant of lost Spring
That only Says a beautiful String
But yet the dried leaves are floating
In the water of Calm Lake
Where yet I'm passing a fake
Within the game of light and shadow
While Love wearing a mystic mask
That confesses me too many tasks
Bright and dark moving with cradle
Forbidden to go near
That I Couldn't bear
Flood tide in the river
Full moon broken with eight pieces
In the silver light her silhouette stands on the shore
Behind I see the closed door
In the known Seasons of moon
Century's sigh as if an elusive tune
If slowly lost all
Put those dreams here again
Even I couldn't leave any pain
But the rainy season can be washed
Saltwater of eyes
I try to feel the bliss
Away, will return the golden
Days of Summer
Off course there will be
Something on the bottom
Love will come on the
Cloud's raft of Autumn
Away, A Spring being a call of beckoning
~~
Mar 16, 2016
Mar 16, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
Dark bower by the deepest night,
Not again, not again;
Songs of leaves that
whisper to the half-moon
hymn you: Señora,
Seeking you, clouds soar the skies;
You conceal all the stars
in your tresses.
Yet you look back stopping
by the horizon and I
do not see the pain lining your eyes
by dawn: whom
do the marigolds mourn, by
the valley of the drying stream
in late summer?
Who silent walks down the rainbow
whose tracks leave
pink mists on grass-tops?
Whom does the myna call to
in agony by the wet winds
of the early hour, and silent tears
of the early rose?
Señora, perdóname,
not again, not again,
this empty night,
chasm down the valley of days.
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 4:04 PM UTC
The birds visiting me
Now I don’t feed.
Blame it on my cats’ greed!
Doel, bulbul, myna
All having fallen prey to
These snoopy lurky hyena!
These petty filthy abductors
Prowling pouncing predators
Have everything that takes
To break my feathered friends’ necks!
Now I know it does them no good
Birds coming in lure of my food
And be bitten and eaten!
I no more feed
The cats’ greed.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 8:13 AM UTC
I am told what to do, based on who I am.
They keep me caged,
With my wings cut,
It isn't safe out there, they say,
There are hunters,
And its not their fault,
I am just a bird after all.
They touch me, everywhere,
They tell me it's because I am too pretty,
They couldn't resist,
It's not their fault,
I am just a peacock after all.
They touch me, everywhere,
They tell me I should be glad,
I am too ugly, at least I am getting attention,
It's not their fault,
I am just a crow after all.
They tell me it's because I am seen at the night,
I should have stayed in the tree,
It's because they see me,
It's not their fault,
I am just a bat after all.
They tell me it's because I can be seen,
Stay hidden,
They couldn't resist, but that's because they saw me,
It's not their fault,
I am an ostrich after all.
I am small, I am young,
I don't know what is right,
I shouldn't complain,
I am just a myna after all.
I am old, I am outdated,
Let the youngsters lead,
This is what happens when you open your beak,
It's not their fault,
I am just an owl after all.
They showed me their magic wand,
Is magic supposed to cause pain?
I am too innocent, what do I know?
I am just a dove after all.
I flew too close to the sun,
I dreamt too much,
I shouldn't have,
Brighter you are, the higher you are,
The harder is the fall,
I should have known,
I am just Icarus after all.
I am weak, I am nothing,
I should know,
I am just a woman after all.
Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 11:24 AM UTC
I never knew how the roses you grew
the myna flapped again broken wings
soils thirsted for touch of you
longed for your gift of saplings!
I never knew the depth of your eyes
reaching to the densest of bush
I only snapped the mating butterflies
the day end’s scurrying mongoose!
I never knew what hidden key
was in you to unlock the door
to be in a world yours only
with a sky for limitless soar!
I would never know why said you
when at dusk I pointed afar
*your eyes and my eyes together make two
please never show me a lone star!*
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
A college in Mexico with axioms lust
those lines on faces did entrust
a river at the horizon
when there was tea ground from leaf
there on vacation why she enhanced parlay
my sojourn would last today
and glory was in this backseat
she ready did *** her mind with me.
While her lowrider really ran so grand
there a nest of hill myna together
a divine incline cropped her china
and while I toasted her varietal grape.
Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 7:42 AM UTC
parched wind, salt‑tongued
from the far edge of the bay,
licks the last drift of
mauve jacarandas.
in the tin‑roof blush,
I hear the slow heartbeat
of soil— patient, cracked,
still keeping the memory of rain.
I walk the market’s narrow spine,
hands grazing mango skins,
the laughter of vendors lifting
like myna birds into a sky
just beginning to remember itself blue.
and when night comes,
the stars lean low
enough to touch my forehead—
reminding me this place
is both root and horizon,
a country that holds me
as much in absence as in light.
.
Sep 4, 2025
Sep 4, 2025 at 7:52 AM UTC
To call you a son of a ***** would degrade a marvelous animal , one that has provided companionship , loyalty and assistance to mankind for well over a thousand years ! You are Mica ! A lifeless rock glittering in the sunlight , with many see through layers , brittle with very little redeeming qualities , laying like a precious stone yet not even worth a casual glance ! To tag you as a stupid *** would not be fair to the Mule , hard working farm animal , strong willed till his time of dying , up at the crack of Dawn , protecting the farm from coyote and fox , off to the fields for another days work ! You're a Myna bird , eyes fixed to the looking glass , talking all day , confiding in no one , creating discord amongst your brethren ! A pig you are most certainly not , the most intelligent animal on the farm , picky eaters despite their reputation , escaping the most well built fencing available , much to the herdsman's consternation !
Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
*The Crows will soon cackle after confiding in
a Myna Bird* ....
Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 9:18 PM UTC
Outside, cars drive by
Revving their engines
Tyres heaving and sighing
Cicadas chirping a rhythmic tick in the park
Crickets nearby, abuzz, filling the sound
The Botanical Gardens lures the suntanned and glistened
It is humid! So I’m told
I sit at my desk. The helm of this wonderful building
Residents drift in and out past me
Offering sweet smiles and gestures
Ibis visit, picking out the bugs of the terracotta façade
Two Indian Myna Birds build a nest in the canopy
I am mesmerised
A rainbow light streams in across a beautiful artwork
Did Mr Piano know that that this light beam would cut across the lobby for me to see?
The keys are in order and checks done. Mr Reed got his paper.
The building sits solid as the seasons pass.
Breathing calmly as it’s heart beats for a very long time.
May 26, 2024
May 26, 2024 at 11:59 PM UTC
In morning birds are chirping,
Calling me to take flavor of spring.
I don't find my darling among them,
My lovely blue bird, my gem.
I am having gloom,
O spring! make me bloom.
Tiny tailorbird tells, blue bird is a killer,
He has no virtue or valor.
Drongo tellls, his heart is void, unfit,
Blue color is illusory fraudulent cheat.
Crow screamed in harsh voice,
Telling this love as an alarming choice.
Cuckoo tells, the sky is blue vast shimmering,
Is blue bird so infinite broad-hearted charming?
Let's be couple, sweetie!
I will prove life's a beauty.
Robin makes loud whistling,
He tells blue bird is a venomous feeling.
O girl! you are making life hell,
Why do you sing sad song? tell.
Oriole smiles winking two black eyes,
In spring, who shows foolish cries?
Dove pegion myna nightingale sparrow,
All are singing a new golden good morrow.
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 2:46 PM UTC