Oh you the lovey-dovey bird Come, see me fly, With the wings I borrowed Squeaking and chirping, All set to take my flight How clichéd O you lovey-dovey bird Tell me! How do I fly? With the wings I borrowed Squeaking and chirping, For I can steal from you Your wings, your squeaks But your happiness O the lovey-dovey bird I am restless, And you so happy, For you are a giver And I am the one who stole You are deprived of all you had And yet so calm And I, who have everything Am yet so discontent I envy your smile But I am afraid I can’t make away with it The more I try, the sadder I get But with the mean heart within me I can barely see you grin And until my last breadth I shall steal all that you have Only then might I be laid To rest… Published in Daily Times, June 15th 2018.