হৈচৈ ছড়ায় Hrishikesh Goswami

The Blue Bird

I saw a blue bird It had a piercing beak And a envious eye With a dainty white touch Its quills were orange flanked And body was in a bluish wear Its legs were trembling And tail, Was stirring up and down Up again… Its little forehead Had some cyphers of stress Perhaps it was green-eyed Of the human race Rescinding its cherished habitat.

Class 12

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