My first and last bird loved forever.

You look ugly, though your work is smart,

I can feel your pain from a thirsty crow,

You eat food which is offered to the God,

My last funeral food lasts in your mouth.

 

I connected with you during the summer,

I offered you some snacks,

The day after you always came to me,

And ate the king of fruits from my hand.

After some days the rain drizzled all over,

I am searching for you still there over,

Scared after seeing the cyclones hitting the city,

You were dead and I'm still waiting there over.

More or less you will always be my best,

The bird I loved with most haters,

I remember your first voice but not the last one,

I can't pet anyone without their wish,

Because it requires love like you and me forever.