They say blue birds fly everywhere
They sit on the electric-lines,
They sit on the iron-rods of the balcony,
They sit on the flowerpots of the roof-garden,
They make their home in humans' home.
My grandpa had a guava-tree
They say, a crowd of blue birds were always there.

And then one day, every people of my town became bird-catchers.
They brought so many cages,
Some looked like bookshelves,
Some looked like show-cases,
They kept their blue birds there
And show their...