Perhaps ten years old
The little boy.
So impish
All the time in hullaballo
But so bright effervescent jovial.

Afternoon were smiling
The boy gladdened-
An unforeseen beautiful litttle bird singing,
Sitting on a mango bough.
Tremendous tune her!
Yellow neck, reddish small beak,
Adoring eyes,
Beside nose a black glow,
As painter's quirky bravura touch.
Wing feathers are black and white.
Cheering, roly-poly, ecstatic!

'Woooo! What a beautiful bird! '
The jovial charmed.
With a steadfast look asked-
'What's thou name hi?
Tell me true don’t shy! ’

'Call call as thou wish a name.
I know all the day thy in game.
The bird answered.

Rising his hand the boy offered-
'Beauty,
come near,
Thy dear
Sit on my hand
Want to love thee until end.’

It seems she-bird smile.
Things on the way not infantile.
Said-
‘Salute to concord
Thy so quick, thou elan love,
May come near on proviso-
Do not try to entrap me,
So that I can love thee until death! '

The little boy reckoned for a while then surmised-
'Ok beauty, okay dear come on
As thou choice I would act upon.'

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Liberty of beauty and LOVE

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