The Female Parrot

It loved to make its own sounds,
But it's friends needed it to speak.
But it's friends needed it to sing.
So it learned,it studied,it wrote exams,
And finally it could speak.
And finally it could sing.
Though it was in a cage,
It was beautiful.
May be his friends were sadists,
But it's the way it must be.
Though it had wings,
It doesn't need to fly.
It got food, it got love,
It got respect,it got applauses.
Now it had learned to speak,
So why remember flying?

One day somebody left the cage open,
Opened cage was only his dream.
It didn't knew what to do.
It looked at it's friends.
They are walking.
He tried walking.
He walked out of the cage.
He fell his beaks broken.

It couldn't speak anymore.
It could eat properly.
But it could never starved,
As it don't know what it means.

It's friends didn't felt sad for him,
And then they accused,
"It didn't spoke with passion,
It didn't spoke for us,
It didn't sing with passion,
It didn't sang for us,
It didn't did it right"
He didn't died out of starving.
It was that all the time.

Dedicated to all the female parrots...