Mother

The bird came to the village
Waving its colourful feathers
Children came singing and dancing 
Villagers crowded
All were speaking its beauty
There was a little one clinging to the feathers
All of a sudden, someone took the gun
The mother saw the wicked person aiming at
Stretched the feathers and cover the small one.
Alas! mother fell down,
At that time also the bird was holding the baby to its body firmly
Children were afraid, and cried
The elders were bargaining for the flesh and feathers