Yes, it’s an unimaginative name.
But the choice was between
the ubiquitous Mitthu
or this very generic one.
So just to defy everyone’s
boring wishes like
a rebellious six year old,
I named him Harial
as my sister and I
nursed him back to health
when we found him
next to the Neem tree,
wounded and unable to fly.
Trying to be vets,
we applied Soframycin
hoping it would heal him
as it healed all our boo-boos.
Feeding him with grains
of rice and green chilly
to make his bland food tastier.
Hoping to make a pet of him
till he flew away
perhaps to his awaiting
parrot or human family.
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