BIRD’S BELLOW

Flock of birds met in a marsh

Dusky breeze welcoming all

Sat on the branches of mangrove

Chirping, clattering on mighty matters.

Sharing nuts, grains, seeds and saplings

Teasing one another with colourful feathers

Discussing their flight and heights they cover

Lastly about a place to rest – their nest.

All young ones fear, mothers hugged with pain

All birds had tears, nature joined as rain

Night setting in with much fuss

Sparrows, Crows, Cuckoos, Mynahs in a mess.

Trees scarce and vanishing with widening

Kestrel nest is weaving grass on trees

Invested a lot of time and energy in building

Hearts tremble to see the broken nest.

Oh! Mother Nature! Create space to settle as stars

Or provide skills to swim like fish

Or make tall towers and light houses host nests

Or bless the trees with “nest” to never die.

(Got second place in the poetry contest : Sad Violin Tunes, O Heart of Mine.)