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The parrot peeps through the tiny window

The fortune teller coaxes it to take a bow

Expecting keenly the parrot from the cage

to come out and gently pick a page

to tell his future; the young man wants to know

Looking at the ceiling, he recalls his past

Confined to bed, the old man looks lost

His near and dear ones desert him

like passing clouds; pastures not green as it seem

With blessings for all, he waits to breathe his last

........... Suresh M Iyer

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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