My hands and My Parakeet
The hands that killed him , the same hands buried him .
Alone in a cage , without family and friends .
In his solace, he took us as his family .
Waited for us till late night
He knew our footsteps !
How could you recognise my footsteps on the street afar from the corner of a big house?
Oh if I knew I would have never bathed you !
Oh if I knew I wouldn’t had kept you outside in the scorching heat !
Oh I wish I could give you water!!
Water! Water! Water!
Now I just wanna satiate someone’s thirst .
Maybe, Maybe, Maybe .
It will give comfort to my heart!
Ya rabbi forgive me please I am really broke !
