A Man And A Bird (Part 3) Poem by Akhtar Jawad

A Man And A Bird (Part 3)

Rating: 5.0


Fasting in a hot day like yesterday,
No food no water throughout the day,
I couldn't go out to bring a nest
And in a very hot morning, today,
You are back to remind the hotter noon,
A man promises and forgets very soon!

Starring at me that's what you say,
Sweet bird! I am made of clay,
Know the time of laying eggs is approaching
It's sun that confines me at home all the day.
Looking for something durable lying somewhere
I shall manage it very soon here or there.

I have to avenge a misdeed, a boyhood fun,
Regret! I killed a moon with my pellet gun,
When found her sun crying on the same branch,
I picked my air gun and killed the sun.
A beautiful couple of singing birds in love,
Are you a rebirth of that innocent dove?

A Man And A Bird (Part 3)
Monday, June 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: hunting
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Robert Murray Smith 11 June 2018

The misdeeds of youth recalled. This proves we have matured.++10

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 12 June 2018

A very vivid remembrance of boyhood. Very touching write. There are things we did in our childhood that we want to amend as we go through adulthood. A great poem.10

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Kelly Kurt 12 June 2018

I shot a bird with a bb gun when I was young. I have never gotten over it either.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 12 June 2018

excellent imagery of like my childhood too.. when a threw a stone out of my window to slap the moon mom said son she is a gal take care next day i picked a catapult and struck the sun she said son don't kill the sun he is life in you and me from where will find food if the sun is killed by you then I took up a knife to kill the cat she said son yeah mom now I know it kill none we all ae simply one pert of the GLORIOUS SUN you and I amongst one

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Alam Sayed 12 June 2018

The poem is packed with some very heartfelt imagery. And the final question is extremely touching.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 12 June 2018

I have to avenge a misdeed, a boyhood fun, Regret! I killed a moon with my pellet gun, When found her sun crying on the same branch, I picked my air gun and killed the sun. A beautiful couple of singing birds in love, Are you a rebirth of that innocent dove? .......touching expression with a nice theme. It is a beautiful poem on bird and man. Thanks for sharing.

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