Hi Mate! Why so Cruel

Far from the market place
There came flying
A cute little parrot
Perhaps breaking open
The cage of the seller
And perched on my shoulder.

I gave her a soothing touch
And moved my fingers
from head to tail
As if to console her
From her griefs.
We became thick friends.

I built her a cute cage
Wirh bamboo sticks
With a middle stick to perch on
And a bowl for water.
She ate millets and rice grains
With banana/gouva as deserts


Wherever I went
She followed me
Perching on the shoulder
At times on my head.
Whatever I said and sang
She learnt them by heart.

At times she answered
My incoming phone calls
Saying "Chandran here...
How can I help you"
The dynamics and tone
Exactly matching with mine.

But in the early hours yesterday,
I cannot say 'on a fine morning'
I saw  the half closed cage
Was left ajar and the bird   
Flew off seeking freedom
Leaving a big vacuum inside me

It is said a cage is a cage
Made of gold or platinum
And uninterrupted freedom
Is one's prime Need
Perhaps a late realisation
Of my lovely companion.

But I never had an inkling
That you would leave me
High and dry paining me.
But with  folded hands
I beseech thee to think of me
At my best and flutter
Your wings in recognition
When you fly up in the blue  sky