It is the pigeons, mynahs, and cranes,
Troubling the people again and again!
Droppings, nests at eaves and windowsills,
A harmony discordant with noisy spills!
Crows! I call them thieves,
Mischief abounds with shit on my sleeves!
Gelephu has the birds for daily nuisance,
The dead ones are an unwelcome presence!
Old habits die hard, so we say,
And we find wasted food all the way,
Offered on footpaths and alongside each road,
As if earning back merits for the sins owed!
Look at the elderly, even the landlords,
Those who keep on feeding flocks of birds!
In other words, the city is left to wait for good,
Until the birds search for their own food!
No one knows how the birds would leave the city,
But I heard of meetings at the municipality;
Amidst whistling, screeching, coos and caws,
I believe the city shall come alive with new laws!
