A little mynah at my window’s ledge

Looked at me and the outside world,

Wanted to know who could be fair,

Me or someone mixed in the crowd

Baying aloud-

‘Give me more’,’Give me more.’

The little bird who could read my mind

Could sing like me

The happy and many an unhappy song,

It did not ask for more from me,

To deal with the loneliness, it found

After its mate had flown away,

She was left behind, sad and pensive.

Who was fair, it forgot to ask.