I am Sorry

This is written for the bird that succumbed to death after colliding on the wall of the building. These birds are usually found near my room enjoying on a giant tree that bears fruit twice in a semester. Early in the morning, I could hear them singing to their tone and chatting. It was on Sunday afternoon when I was studying; two birds flew directly from the tree with full speed and suddenly one collided on the building wall and died after few minutes.

This is the second incident. A month back another bird did the same. But luckily was safe. It was funny for the instant but when I see them suffering with pain and struggling it’s really aching.

I feel sorry for being unable to safe your life. You were warm when I picked from the ground. Your beak was broken and neck was too mislay to hold your head. I tried my level best to safe but in vain. I know how this happened. Actually you shouldn’t be hastening this much. I know the tree is full of what you want and it will be plenty for thousands. You should not have rushed! 

Luckily your friend was safe. Your body became cold and rigid. And I knew you are death now. I am sorry bird. 

That handsome head

with a mighty beak, 

Hands like fists are

where there should be feet.

Wonderful colours cover

Your shape, enough splendors

To make a person gaze.

While you are alive-

With your wings held high

You put a smile on my face.

With all your power

You always left your trace.

Never did I see you frown

For your smile was never upside down.

You were always by my side

And although you are no longer 

I can still feel your presence

Your feathers warming my heart

I will always miss you.

And I know the favor will be returned some day

For when I see once again as like you

It will be in the sky where

They will once again hold their wings up high.

But I feel your good sound is already missing.