TILL YESTERDAY

The birds were singing till yesterday

Then what happened?

Why have they stopped chirping?

I don't hear anything

Its all so quiet

Maybe thats good

The quiet....

But the quiet is Ok from people

Not the birds

Their chirping soothes the ear and the soul

People's chirping becomes shrill as it goes on

and it goes on and on

The most insensitive creatures

and the most cruel are the humans

They can't sing

Because they have harsher throats

they yell and scream

and yell and scream

till they become hoarse

and still don't stop

They take singing lessons

but still can't carry the melody

They can sing maybe in a show

but they can't sing with human beings

they scream

and scream

and scream

Its the hatred

humans carry in their hearts for other humans

They hate each other

but claim that they love

they can't love

they are afraid of love

love is a song

they can't sing

they are always competing for being right

everyone of them is always right

but every other person they are yelling at is wrong

wrong

wrong

wrong

always wrong

I want to hear the birds on my window sill

They always chirp in the morning

they wake me up

thats a nice wake up call

better then the construction workers constructing another condo

for the rich brats to live in..............

'you think I am poor?"

Some one asked me the other day

"Oh! gee, no way, you are rich

rich, rich, rich."

Its scary to hear it.........

Most of the people are poor on this planet

and all they talk about is their eternal poverty

There is a, "POVERTY PROJECT" some one is doing

in the inner cities of America

It was scary

I watched it on tv

Though I usually don't watch tv

but I watched

And the poverty project was on

Oh! gee I said,

Just my luck

Can't get away from the word poverty

till some one asked demanded to know

,"Do you think I am poor?"

It was scary

the demand of the rich

Never ever with such demanding voice can you be poor darling

No, no way...

But I don't like the word, poverty or riches

one can never be too rich or too poor

it just doesn't end

the struggle of the rich

and the struggle of the poor

The apple makes 46 billion dollars profit from their factories in China

where they pay $20 dollars for 14 hours work with overtime

where the aluminum dust blows into their lungs and throats and eyes

The poisonous stuff...............

The poisonous stuff with which they polish

the rich person's IPAD..............

And the factory explodes and the teenagers flesh melts away

and their parents built monuments over their dead bodies

in their own homes................

But $46 billion dollars is 46$ billion dollars

and one of them who is making it asks me,

'Do you think I am poor?"

How dare I not answer in the affirmative?

They will explode my flesh into vapors too

and there will be no monument built on my dead body

my parents are already dead

and there is no home to have the monument built.....

I better be careful with rich people

not offend them

I mean

They are not singing birds

who will just fly away to other destinations

When offended

They have wings

They can fly

Fly away..............

I hope I didn't offend them...

like I seem to offend humans

At least they claim that I offend them

I must be very offensive............

The birds didn't think so ....

But the birds are different

They sing

and any one who sings

is more sensitive................

Why are they not singing today?

Till yesterday I heard their songs

What happened?

I hope I didn't offend them

Since I am such an offensive person

according to other humans

who are just so wonderful

and caring

and loving

and adoring...............

But I could have never offended the birds

I was always asleep when they chirped

A sleeping person is like a dead person

and dead never offend any one...

No, I couldn't have done that

I was always asleep

I am usually asleep

when I am awake

I am still asleep

A sleep walker

A sleep listener

People try to trick me subtly

because I am slow to catch on their tricks

because

I am almost always asleep...............

People chirping

in their put downs

I am always asleep

not understanding

because the slow slumber of sleep..............

A nice feeling.........

the slumber, the sleep

But I was always happy to wake up with the birds on my window sill

till yesterday.................

They flew away to distant lands

Some one told me that

the birds migrate

especially in cold weather

they fly away to distant lands

I hope that is the case

Its cold on my window sill

It snows

and ny birds are very sensitive

because they sing

they need the warmth.............

I hope they flew away just for that reason

and not for anything I said or did to cause offense............

I hope not

I won't be able to forgive myself af that was the case............

and they will come back in the spring time and stay on my

window sill till the next winter comes................

I have to live till that time

Till my birds come back and sing for me..................

I have to be alive to hear my birds chirp one more time..................