Chhoto Pakhi

O my little bird!
O my little bird!
Havoc has strung up
Over this beloved Earth
Nothing remains for you and me to love.

O my little bird! Wrecked are
The toys that children play
The swing that made us sway.
See the mail box with no overlay
All the lamp posts that ran away.

O my little bird!
Our songs grow defeated
The river gets receded
See the mountains lagging behind
And the sea all out dried
That left no place to dwell for the pre-historic snail.

O my little bird!
Nothing remains, all gone
No sign-post to reach any goal
Worker's sweat is not their soul
Paper money has no value at all
The letter has no address to call
Nameless, we are all.