It was late in the evening and I was exhausted from work,
Waiting for another meeting I heard a desperate chirp,
A poor little munia sat on my balcony
And I asked —
“With all the sides covered by a grill,
Can you please tell me how you got in?”
But she just chirped.
I never got around solving the mystery,
But decided what I ought to do —
With all my strength and valour
I loosened the metal binding the grill,
While I thought that she would be thrilled
She just chirped.
Perhaps she did not know that it had opened up
And so I tried to show her the way
But she charged at me with all her might
And I was left severely dazed
And now she chirped loudly!
She flitted from here to there and everywhere that she could go,
And soon my balcony had been totally explored
Except, of course, for the place she ought to have known!
Even the trail of grain that I laid to lead her away
Was scattered to my great dismay
And then she chirped.
Maybe I made her nervous and so I decided to leave,
And from a far away window I tried to peek
What was it, after all, that the munia was trying to seek,
But to my anguish all she did
Was to find my towel and shit
And then she chirped.
By this time I had had enough,
I charged with my pillow as cover
And the munia realised
How serious was my battle cry
And left very soon out of sheer fright.
But don’t you start a victorious din
There is a confession I have to make,
Long before I could rejoice
Another munia flew in!
Another song for the munia:
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