Guaradian's take on Squawks and speech

   Guardian’s take on  Squawks   and  speech     

I am   by myself  in  my  study room,

Researching   bird  calls  and  speech  syndrome,

But  often   hear calling  bird’s  sweet  localisation

Could be  yesterday’s  Peter or  Bob.

The  clock  is  sweeping  through,

Time  is running  out,

For  most  like  me,

 TIME is not enough,

Yet, enough with Time’s collocations.

Battling  with  the  troubles

Beyond  troubleshooting.

I  live  with a  staunch  belief

That  my Mentor  takes in

Everything on my behalf.

 Comatose  with  sufferings of

Worldly  nuggets   beyond  edges,

I hear  a  parrot,singing,

It is  the repetitive parrot cry

Of   war! War! Sirens  and   humiliating

thunders  across silent miles
then joins the endless cycle of decay and growth.

Decay of  bodies  and   wailing  cry,

It is  unconquerable  cry.

Time  yet ,goes on.