Good gesture or courtsey
It is not at all good gesture or courtesy
If something is retuned as shown pity
We are no one to show the act as mercy
Yet to part with something is not easy
To show some kind of acceptance is noble step
To forgo bitterness is even greater for others as slap
They will continue with same hatred and rivalry
To finish the bitter end has great impact on adversary
Not millions of cash is required to show as charity
It is inherent and built in human quality
Not all may be bestowed with let go tendency
Lot many people claim and escape with the fluency
As nature lover I was all for bird’s care
They have no place to go anywhere
The jungles are wiped out and habitats are open
Their final place is withdrawn and stands stolen
Some of the world’s are best known for their drive
Some of the rare birds luckily escape and survive
“No cruelty to animals and birds” is their slogan
Hurt animals and birds are taken care off and immediately flown
I have little piece of land in remote place
You can easily witness birds and trace
They will visit fearlessly and make nice sound
They are yet not threatened and in abundance found
Even though they were considered as villagers
The birds love was not new to them as strangers
They too wanted some steps and good place for nest
The paucity of funds was the only problem as rest
I was approached by group of people with village head
They wanted me to donate little and show some lead
Even though I was little unknown solder I readily agreed
They rest of the village folks were little apprehensive of my greed
The bird’s home was to take place in near vicinity
Some grains was to be offered daily as nobility
Enough of fund was created for their well being
Now so many birds gather here and beautifully sing
I look back and evaluate the scene
The village people were hostile and seen
They will kill the birds for their meals
Now the birds were free in real
I thought for a while about bondage
It is like concealing wounds in hidden bandage
We will not know the aggravation from inside
The repercussion and impact is very wide
The freedom and liberty is very much enjoyed by all
Birds and animals too want it for them as free call
They are inseparable part of nature and our future way
Let us not kill them or take their place away
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Beak Kind To Birds!
Beak kind to birds both near and far,
Both high and low as well...
To me, each bird's a superstar!
In fact, to me, they're swell!
Beak kind to birds and show you care
With titbits now and then...
And watch with wonder as they share
Their breakfast once again!
Beak kind and keep your cats at bay...
Else feeding birds take flight!
It's nicer seeing birds at play
Than watching them take fright!
Beak kind to birds, give them their space
So they may co-exist...
For none on Earth can take their place,
So they'd be sorely missed!
Beak kind to birds, they'll flock to you -
They're all our feathered friends!
It doesn't matter, black or blue...
Beak kind - 'cos it makes sense!
poem by Denis Martindale (2003)
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A World Without Birds
In years from now will the children of the future on warm evenings in the prime of Spring
On trees and bushes in groves, woods and parklands when flowers are blooming hear the wild birds sing
For a World without birds would be sad to live in and sad to learn that they are becoming rare
These are sad times for people who love Nature and who for Nature's creatures genuinely do care,
A World without birds to think of even painful something that one would not rather contemplate
For birds seem an integral part of Nature the poets and painters them do celebrate
They have been in the World for perhaps longer than humans they have evolved from the dinosaur age
Humans even use them for their entertainment they keep them in an aviary or a cage
But birds should never be held in captivity as Nature's creatures meant to live naturally
They are not meant to be captives of humans in Nature's World they should live wild and free
For bird lovers it must be disappointing to know their numbers are on the decline
So nice to hear them singing in the gardens when flowers are blooming in the Spring sunshine
The demise of birds the thought even unpleasant a sadder World without them it would be
They are so much an integral part of Nature at least that is how it does seem to me.
poem by Francis Duggan
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True or false
Really animals do have it made.
Feeding them comes directly from God.
With us(people being the middle men)
Now give that a twist or two in your head.
People are always complaining
Never really wanting to compromise
And they pet themselves on the back
And that they are wise...?
I wonder what a birds eye view would be...
Let me see, says the bird:
'After hearing people feeling sorry for themselves
Whenever I am in ear shot..
Some how that just thicking's the human plot,
The humans have and have and not's.
After work they made go lay in the shade
Bitching: (is when one person can't seem to share with the other
Person.
But yet and still animals are fed.
...can people say that much of themselves?
Yet I am a bird and I share what I can.
And may just wake up some day as someone's
Oooo, La, la!
Look at her driving that big car,
While people in a distance place who can't really get to far
Draught is not as catching to all
Nor does it has sex appeal.
Look at him drinking his coffee everyday
While plotting on a friend or two...during his day
Killing each other for sport, fun, anger and whatever else
People deem that is correct.
Really we animals are dumb...
But damn!
Check where the human's are coming from.
I've heard a human speak of someone in passing
A jack and a Jill...how they both rolled down a hill?
Now most human children grow up and kill.
Just a birds luck...
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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Visit true scene
Do you want to visit true scene?
Do you want purity to be seen?
Come with me I shall take you
To the place where you will find and fall through
Not that it is mere show
Wind here gently blows
Trees and birds happily grow
Life is normal but slowly flow
Way of life is complete different
It is seen and very much apparent
Free from any quarrel and hatred
Simple way, if at all, that is to be lead
Such is life in village
You may want it to spend with entire age
Very simple men and women
Truly waded and can be called human
Find love and affection
It may speak purely of action
What a way to feel their pulses?
All purity and nothing available for misses
I would want God to visit and stay
He would never want to go away
Such is magic in human behavior here
Animals free here and birds at liberty there
Morning is very pleasant
Prayers on walk by men folk is really pleasant
What a way to feel and breathe the air?
When His songs are sung to look divine and pure
Let that heritage be maintained
Any danger to it must be sustained
Let us free our selves from the ugly scene
Only love should rule and must be seen
Life is very short and is of great importance
It is by His special wish and we are here by chance
Let us not aggravate by adding hatred to it
Love to rule supreme and wish everyone to greet
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Set them free..They will multiply..
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time,
colorful birds to colored birds,
chirping birds to singing birds,
flying birds to walking birds,
cunning birds to love birds,
Watching birds is just a lesson,
making mind to have a vision.
collect the twigs to make the nest,
one by one, they think the best,
choose the right tree,
just high and free,
Making the nest perfect,
without any single defect,
The birds toil together or alone,
all day long until it is done.
I bought two love birds,
that were kept in a cage.
Hung the cage under the balcony,
above the reach of dogs not felony.
chirping disturbed their sleep,
Nikko, the dog set them free.
Only two flew away,
but I have a few dozens now,
making their nests,
right in front of me, on the trees.
Watching the birds is real fun,
no need dime, only the time.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Let's Go
Let’s go
To a place we’ve never been
Somewhere we’ve never traveled before
And show me where I really belong
Let’s go
Where wild birds fly free
And animals roam boundlessly
And where we can kiss endlessly
Let’s go
Live free in joy and hate free
Sleep in peace and bed of spice
And let’s call this place a paradise
Let’s go
Where winds don’t howl
And the people don’t growl
Beneath the moon we shall dance
Let’s go
Live life like an open book
Bare to the skin free from what people think
And not be troubled by how we look
poem by Kay Barcelon
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Remain in cage
Who would love to remain in cage?
With forceful confinement and bondage
No one I think on this beautiful earth
Life can be totally free only after death
Whole sky has remained a free zone
For birds to fly in air and come down one by one
In search of food and again air borne
Think of a scene when such freedom is suddenly gone
Many organizations are now working for freedom
Help secretly with funds and moral support even
Who do noble work for birds that are kept in cage?
The birds may like to live free but held under captivity and bondage
Birds must find their safe heaven
Lots of gardens must be brought up even
Forests are fast depleting with dangerous exposures
Their existence is at stack and life not very sure
If they can’t use their language then we must understand
Love and kindness must be shown and treated as natural friends
They are inseparable part of God and nature
If we have right to live then they too need to be assured
Set them free and allow natural hide outs
We have made them extinct and there is nothing to talk about
When we don’t like to remain under occupation?
They are no different from others in such relations
Think of a person kept in prison with lavish food
He won’t feel at comfort or anything good
If movement is restricted then liberty ends
And if liberty ends we are reaching dead end
What is use of beautiful garden if there are no visitors?
Flowers may be blooming but no birds to venture
Why not we have them some places reserved?
In this way our interest may be well served
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sky's Bird
Do you still remember the color of the night,
How endless it seemed to go out to,
So stunning, yet frightnening its beauty was
Like a sky calling the birds, you can't resist its cry.
Another morning rises up,
As another dream falls down,
And even though I know its going to disappear,
I don't want to let go.
It's like the sun and moon,
Always going around and around,
Never meeting up with one another.
The shadow of reality,
Cast this illusion onto my life,
So I don't what's real and what isn't,
Holding on tight, I never plan to let go of my beliefs!
I believe in a night that draws you in,
No matter how hard you fight back,
Even though it may grow tiring,
You'll always run back like the birds do to the sky.
Escaping its grasp is inevitable,
If you resist too much, you might lose yourself,
But even though it was once your home,
You'll always have a place to fly back to like the birds to the sky,
Like the birds, like the birds, do to the sky,
Like the birds like the birds, do to the sky.
poem by Alex McCullough
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Once A Place Of Natural Beauty
Once a place of natural beauty for all to be enjoyed
Due to the financial greed of developers the park has been destroyed
Most of the trees shelter for the ringtail and brush tail possums have been cut away
It is an ugly sight that I do gaze upon today.
Huge mounds of earth and clay dug up by bulldozers an ugly sight to see
The destruction of natural habitat for development does seem all wrong to me
The birds and tree dwelling animals need every bush and tree
The financial greed of the wealthy few give rise to Nature's poverty.
The money hungry developers they do not understand
That you render most of the local wildlife homeless when you take from them their land
That in their fights for new territories many of them will die
These are known facts I speak of and facts do never lie.
Just mounds of earth and white clay where beauty did reside
Most of the birds and animals who lived here through dispossession would have died
The destruction of their natural habitat to extinction only lead
For many of Nature's birds and animals losing out to human greed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Nicest Season For One To Die
The nicest Season for one to die must surely be the Spring
When the Parklands wear their Wildflowers and song birds pipe and sing
And young birds are chirping in their nests and the sparrows all the day
Are busy under the house eaves weaving their nests of hay.
If I'm not burned to ashes then why not bury me
In that old graveyard on the hill preferably by a tree
Where in Spring birds will build their nest and sing their songs above where I lay
Though what happens to your remains when you are dead doesn't matter some do say.
We all belong to Mother Nature and to her we must return sometime
The reaper takes the young and old and those in their life's
prime
And since I too must die I hope 'twill be when flowers are in full bloom
In the prime of Spring when the air scent sweetly of Nature's own perfume.
Bury me in the Graveyard on the hill where peace is to be found
Beside a tree where birds nest and sing content in their home ground
A quiet place free of man made noise when Spring is in the air
In Nature's bosom I will rest beyond any living care.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When the birds fly
When the birds fly
the mind opens its eye
the heart looks up to the sky
the birds fly.
The birds fly south
the ear opens its mouth
the nose sees summer
the kids they are playing out...
When the birds fly
we dream our words dont die.
Reborn with a babys cry
the birds fly leaving stars
they stay in the night,
we are the birds
we escape to the light.
poem by Daniel McCann
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On Seeing Tawny Frogmouths
At nightfall the birds known as tawny frogmouth come out in family groups of three or four
They do not have a song the only sounds they do make is a sort of a low pitched nasal snore
In the wooded parkland they fly from tree to tree in their search for tree insects and flies
And they return to roost on their roosting trees at the dawning just before sunrise,
Quite expert at camouflage in their colours of brown lengthwise on a bare branch of a tree
In the bright light of day they look part of the branch they are almost impossible to see
Disguised from the prying eyes of predators in safety they rest Nature never ceases to amaze
Of her so little we do seem to know we are strangers to Nature's ways,
Related to the nightgars nocturnal insect eating birds though frogmouths far greater in size
For better vision in dimlight the night birds 'twould seem than day birds have far larger eyes,
I have seen the frogmouths at nightfall in the park near my home almost tame to them I approached near
Of human kind so little they seem to know so of humans they show little fear,
From tree to tree in the parkland they fly these quiet brown birds of the night
So well camouflaged on their bare roosting branch they seem part of the tree in daylight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Winter abode
God has made it as magical home
Each and every living object is welcome
What a fresh air to breathe in and think!
Not a slight idea to get lost and sink
Whole universe is made an accommodating place
Anybody can fly off to save the life and face
As the skilled people go with consent and permit
The birds need no sanction as they are capable and fit
When severe winter sets in, they prepare for migration
My country has found for them a strong bond and close relation
We have warm and sweet fresh waters comfort their stay
How long and torturous journey they undertake to find the way?
No international boundary mars their onward journey
In thousands they flock in sky and land in plenty
Natural breeding ground opens for them with lots of safety
What a magical show with the blessings from almighty!
When we are fighting for piece of land and secured place?
They have all the techniques to prove and preserve the race
How many years of existence have they continued?
The safe passage with traditional love route nicely pursued
It is nice and heartily welcome step to observe their happy plight
How have they proved by showing to world that they are right?
There can be safe refuge without any bloodshed in this part
Not compromising with stated bitterness and to depart
When nature is with us to observe calm and peace
The birds show and present their nests at the beaches
Whole atmosphere is filled with great joy and happiness
What can we understand from these birds in such case?
No one is loosing path and gets lost
It may be long but has nothing to cost
If will power is strengthen with belief
We, as sensible race, can provide the relief
*Migratory birds visit Gujarat desert every year in winter from Russia*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Take Me Higher
(narada michael walden/s.j.dakota/germaine)
Take me to that place
Higher
Go, hold on
Go
(take me higher)
(take me higher)
In my mind I see the possibilities
When it comes to love there are no boundaries
Do you think that you and I can work it out
Thats what true loves about
Baby we can find an answer if we look inside our hearts
Love will be there waiting for us
Baby we can rise above it if we leave our doubts behind us
We can learn to fly high above us
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
See it on the news, theres trouble eveywhere
Gotta reach out show somebody that you care
It aint good to let the bad news get us down
Lets spread some love around
Even if you want to go there
To a place above the clouds
Got to feel the power of love (power of love)
Baby we can rise above it if we leave our doubts behind
We can learn to fly high above us
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat)
You gotta reach out
Feel the power of love
Show somebody you care
Take me...
Oh baby
Higher
Take me higher
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
Where the birds are flying
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat)
Take me higher
Take me, take me
Take me higher
(take me higher)
(repeat three times)
Theres a place up in the sky
Where the sun is shining
Take me higher
(take me higher)
Theres a place I long to be
I want to go flying
(take me higher)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Birds cheer others
Birds ae flying
Do not shout or beat gong
Birds are not pests.
Birds cheer others
Do not pollute atmosphere
Do not cut down trees
Birds are settling.
Take care of the birds
Life take care of you
Take care of you cheerfully
Birds are flying
Life is smiling.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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An Industrial Estate
I walk through the fields laden with life,
There are flowers, bushes and trees,
They show no signs of stress or of strife,
There's wonder in the birds and bees.
The deer roam free while the fox cubs play,
The voles and mice are at rest,
An eagle overhead blocks the sunshine's ray,
This is truly how beauty's expressed.
At one with nature is how we should live,
We all have a right to survive,
Being cruel to others is hard to forgive,
Why don't we let animals thrive?
I've come back home after a long time gone,
To see where I ventured and played,
The wildlife habitat has been withdrawn,
All those animals have now been betrayed.
We cannot complain when we're overrun,
By animals seeking shelter from above,
We've stolen their land when all's said and done,
Without mercy they've been given the shove.
Where can they go when we steal their land?
The fact is we don't really care,
The way we treat animals is so underhand,
They've no time or chance to prepare.
Like us they'll try their best to exist,
Though they're living in constant fear,
Their right to live is being dismissed,
Take action now or they'll all disappear.
Those beautiful fields that I once knew,
All the animals have been left to their fate,
From their old habitat the pollution will spew,
As it's now,
‘' An Industrial Estate ‘'
Animals and birds will thankfully worship
All living beings,
animals and birds,
will thankfully worship
with folded hands
the persons
who do not kill,
refuse to eat
the meat
of those
animals and birds!
ThirukkuRaL 260
poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Two birds on a tree
Look at this old photograph..
some of these old photos look
more ancient than their, what,
hundred-and-twenty years;
as if the very air was different, then?
This one’s simply of
two birds in a tree:
one sits and watches;
the other eats the fruits..
this moment, frozen, framed, in time,
takes on the epic stature
of a metaphor, a myth:
what of the previous second
in our passing time? What
of the next second?
Where have those birds come from,
where may they go next?
If we cease to patronise
their ‘bird-brains’, see them
closer to their God than we
whose minds depart so far from nature…
if we think they think, in thoughts
which we may share – then,
what are they thinking? what
do they think of one another?
I look again at the photo, speculate;
the photo grows in my concern
to some great tree of primal Paradise…
the Tree of Knowledge, could it be?
Is the one bird thinking,
what a fine place this is to rest!
A place to hide, if so need be,
among its leaves; a height,
an observation post,
I still, the world about its business;
in stillness, I a little nearer to God,
just a little lower than the angels,
without beating my wings to find
a heaven above…
Is the other bird thinking,
what a fine restaurant I’ve found,
that God provided; I so hungry
on my way; how much I need to eat
to give me strength for further flight…
and have these two birds even noticed
each other, and each other’s state?
Are they two siblings from the self-same nest,
flying together through their lives;
loving one another until the last birdfall?
Two rivals, just about to fight to death?
Or, two fore-flyers of the same great flock,
about to land and strip the tree of fruit,
then rest, God-filled, to know Him in that stillness?
These thoughts; an ancient photograph;
now I wonder about the unknown photographer
who saw the world, in two birds on a tree.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Man Who Knows Much About Nature
He has not been to college or uni and for so called success in life he does not have much to show
But about flora and fauna and Nature there is so much he seems to know
He knows all of the trees in the Parkland by the bark or the leaves that they wear
A man who knows much about Nature and for the health of Nature he care.
A man who knows much about nature by their songs the birds he recognize
He like the quiet place in the country far removed from human made noise
In the shadow of a tree by the river the sun shining bright in the sky
Listening to birds singing around him such moments of peace he enjoy.
He like places without man's buildings away from the noise of the street
A quiet place in Nature's own kingdom where the creek and the river meet
Where lark he is soaring and singing as upward and upwards he fly
He has been a student of Nature ever since he was a young school going boy.
A man who knows much about Nature and to Nature he remains true
And Nature needs all of her good friends for Nature's good friends are too few
The weekend finds him in a quiet place on a sunny day sitting by a tree
Near where the creek flows into the river the river that flows to the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Set free
Set free
I was bonded laborer
Always sad and never happier
Kept in chains and not allowed to move
I prayed almighty to set me free and remove
It is like dark dungeon
Secluded place like pavilion
You are confined alone
To spend the life in isolation
No one must be kept in bondage
To be set free is divine privilege
Slavery had been in practice for ages
Same condition even not liked by birds in cage
I saw green parrot in captivity
It forced me to remember days being suffered under barbarity
I opened the gate for parrot to flee
Bird was in confinement and not allowed to fly as free
I could witness energy in his wings
Special sound was originated when he tried to sing
As if lions roared in jungle but with mind sound in air
Parrot crossed over river and looked for some one to make pair
How can we chain someone against will?
Let it be birds, human beings or wild animals
All love freedom and free movement
Ever felt joy with happiness at that moment
Enjoy and feel freedom for all
Don't create hurdle or high scale wall
World is to see and enjoy
Not to suffer and make others to annoy
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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