I understand everything,
when the parrot speaks
in silence and calls for help.
Helpless am I in the ocean of knowledge
born out of mindless communion
with her blissful smile.
I have shared the twists and turns of
a gullible monkey caught up with
rumour mongering.
I speak with the parrot
lost in insane animosity.
Dug deep into the roots of love
and lust for the fathomless festival
of crackling snakes,
who usurp the blues
in black and white.
Watermelons and blueberries
are sliced up to touch her tastebuds.
A saint of the sinners
has lost the way
after a game of thrones.
Vanished in the blink of
an eye but his vanity
decries the last days of his babbel.
The Queen of all his parrots
dances to his tunes.
His whims and fancies
fill the void of his egoistic splurge.
(Copyright: © Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,Nov03,2026)
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