Satyanarayana Charyulu Maringanti
wait ow birdie,tell me thy name so
That I go singing paeans in praise
of beauty that your wings sway
as you fly higher and higher
decked are you with fethers so blue
that I fail to feel the sea or sky
as you fly to pry on your prey
hate thee perhaps the weak and lame
under the wings or around your looks
birdy so are you keen and sturdy
that the path you sweep is meteoric
and I bow my head in salutation
to you as well to our Lord who makes
no mistakes in each of His makes
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