The bird that comes on my window sill,
And sometime sits on the black colured grill.
On my window it sings,
spreading its wings.
While I watch it with a happy mood,
And sometimes to it I provide food.

And sometimes it enters my house and stands on the mat ,
With its beautiful voice it sings.
What a tone what a melody,
I wish I could have a voice like that .
© mayukh2009