Myna, the beauty

I saw a bird which you call ‘mina’, somewhere on my way to school yesterday. You know, I hadn’t noticed it well before and the sight of the bird still haunts me. Oh, how beautiful it was! Not it, but they, I should say because I saw a couple of minas. A mina is a kind of bird, a bit bigger than a gull. It has two beautiful round eyes, ringing with eyelashes of bluish and indigo color, to look for things and be aware of dangers.

It has a set of legs to walk and run fast on the ground or to perch on branches. Its feather or down is its most intriguing appearance, which is decorated with two different colours, i.e., white and bluish dark. It also has a set of wings to fly with on the air. The wings can be moved very fast, and as a result it can fly fast, too. It has a rather long tail to navigate or steer up. It tends to live in a nest made of hay and pieces of leaves. It usually builds it on palm-trees so as to be away from harms. They almost always live in a group. If they are together, in one place, they talk and the people around seem to be tired of their twitters, but not bored because their twittering voices are just like hearing a piece of song.

Oh, how beautifully they sing when they are together and singing together! But as storms show sign to come, they cry aloud as if they were asking people and other creatures to help. They seem to worry about their new batches to fall down from the nests during storms.

They have a habit to get up early and talk a lot early. But as the saying that goes “early bird catches the worm,” the mina gets up very early as if it had already known or believed in getting up early. But they not only eat small insects but also eat worms. They are usually two by two, in a group. They are very tame. But they are aware of their dangers and do not trust anyone. This shows that they are wise birds or birds of intelligence. Sometimes, they quarrel with each other or with one group to another.

At such time, they pecked at each other and their twittering voices are boisterous around the environs. So the people who want to harm them shoot them with their killing weapons or catapults and some of them died. Their demise is mainly because they are not in unity and it is like a pack or bandage of firewood at loose. Anyway, they are lovely birds. Oh, my little lovely birds, I saw you yesterday. I noticed your property of beauty. I appreciated you. I want to hear you sing in groups. I don’t want you to be in a contrast, struggling and fighting with one another. If you are not in unity, you’ll be divided into different groups, whether dead or alive, by your enemies. I want to take lessons from you that we should always be united and organized. If so, there will be no sandwiching or destructive things to us. Is that right, my little lovely birds?

Zwe Thit (Rammarmray)

23.7.11 (Sat)

စာၾကြင္း။ ။ (၂၀၁၁) ခုုႏွစ္က မေနာရမၼပညာဒါနေက်ာင္းမွာ ဆရာၾကီးဦးသန္းေဖ (ဧည့္လမ္းညႊန္) သင္ေပးခဲ့တဲ့ စာေရးနည္းအတတ္ကိုု ပထမဦးဆံုုးလက္ေတြ႕အသံုုးခ်ၾကည့္ခဲ့တဲ့ အက္ေဆးတစ္ပုုဒ္ပါ။ ဆရာၾကီးဧ။္ ေက်းဇူးဂုုဏ္ကိုု အစဥ္ဦးခုုိက္လ ွ်က္ပါ။)