Titiya bird

One day a brown bird flew over us, in our sky,
With its mournful cry that shrieked out titiya.
Our dear cousin looked up, lying sprawled
On the stretcher, with eyeballs screwed up
The whites of his eyes were opaque and pearls
Nobody told us why he would not come with us
To hurl flat-stones on those water surfaces.

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