Words can create magic and I want to get lost in them for some part of each day.

July 12, 2010

Psittacula song.

                                          courtsey:en.wikipedia.org

Ah the screechy, preachy Parakeet
All you want is rote and repeat.
Your colours brilliant are matched by your vocals
With you around there is never a lull.
Somehow, I feel if you were less teachery and strident
You  would be more popular among your feathered friends.

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