Perhaps ten years old br The little boy. br So impish br All the time in hullaballo br But so bright effervescent jovial. br br Afternoon were smiling br The boy gladdened- br An unforeseen beautiful litttle bird singing, br Sitting on a mango bough. br Tremendous tune her! br Yellow neck, reddish small beak, br Adoring eyes, br Beside nose a black glow, br As painter's quirky bravura touch. br Wing feathers are black and white. br Cheering, roly-poly, ecstatic! br br 'Woooo! What a beautiful bird! ' br The jovial charmed. br With a steadfast look asked- br 'What's thou name hi? br Tell me true don’t shy! ’ br br 'Call call as thou wish a name. br I know all the day thy in game. br The bird answered. br br Rising his hand the boy offered- br 'Beauty, br come near, br Thy dear br Sit on my hand br Want to love thee until end.’ br br It seems she-bird smile. br Things on the way not infantile. br Said- br ‘Salute to concord br Thy so quick, thou elan love, br May come near on proviso- br Do not try to entrap me, br So that I can love thee until death! ' br br The little boy reckoned for a while then surmised- br 'Ok beauty, okay dear come on br As thou choice I would act upon.' br br --- br Liberty of beauty and LOVE br br ©copyright by sarwar chowdhury. all rights reserved.