Hai, would you like to read another poem by me? Then here it is.
Poor old me!
I was free out in the wild
When I met a little child
The child called his father
Who came and caught me, o bother!
I was no longer a free bird
And the child made me tired
He kept teaching me to talk
But all I could do was ‘squack’
I got red chillies to eat
And green grapes as a treat
And when I behaved very sweet
He gave me a big feast
But I was trapped in a cage
With nothing to do in my old age
While all the other birds were out free
Not at all caring for poor old me
Bye
-Rupashri
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