Colorful and joyous she is,
She is the reason behind my smile.
Her never ending chatters,
Makes me forget what’s ‘a while’.
This little bird – when she chirps,
All the others are but fascinated.
I am not sure about all others,
But she surely makes me feel elated.
I have named her, of course,
She is my one and only favorite.
Her wings have long fluttered,
And setting free is her dream date.
My young, little bird sings to me,
Melodies that only I can hear.
To others, it goes off their drums,
This melody which they cannot bear.
Oh! Did I mention about her face?
With a pointy nose that is raised?
Those lovely, little, mesmerizing eyes,
Which gleam and glisten when gazed.
Oh! How can I not miss her?
How can I forget the tree,
On which she perches and looks at me?
She’s the bird that I cannot set free!
– Inscribed By,