Dearo

By Malavika Shiju

You came to our World with all smiles.

Tiny, fatherless, black bowl of eyes

of deep depths.

Cute with chirps and small bites,

You were the Conure of our lives.

Grew you up with all hugs, warmth and love.

You made a group of four to a family of five

You were enchanting, all suns, reds, greens and a tinge of blues,

Till your last chirp of airs…

I, honoured, forever, will feel your Heat on my bare hands.

With Cuckoos, Mynas, Parrots and Finches,

showering flowers and buds on the heap.

Dearo! May it rain peace upon your Eternities.

By Malavika Shiju