My Chirpy Little Beings
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By : Klinsa Kurien, Bureau Chief-ICN Kerala
Well, I stood on the balcony of my house
Hoping to see a mouse
I could view my miniature world in a big spectrum
Of those lovely times in a tin and drum
Where only innocence and imagination filled my space
I would gradually gain pace
Of my romance with nature
Its variety,
Being my satiety
When mother made a beautiful nest
For sparrows to come and rest
Her unique creation complete with twigs
For those big- wigs
Little did I realize these visitor birds
Would be as pure as curds
Their chirpy, blissful appearance
Bore a gay resemblance
To a baby lying on its mother’s arms
With all the sweeping charms
That a tender life could blossom
Sans feelings, worrisome
What an indelible impression they cast on my mind
Where love could bind
Man and bird together
In a reality so tether
Sweet songs of chirping do those birds display
Of their movements being sway
Where wind goes, their direction too goes
To make friends, not foes
With humans.
Not their own bird- fellows
We homos didn’t care for our sparrows’ reverence
In their true obedience
Would sing out a chanting filled with mirth
That were instilled in them from birth
Of winged victory
Singing from trees
All of a sudden we find them missing
Gone are those days of innocent thissing
And frantically searching
For those chirpy delights
And picking up fights
To display their might
For a right to survive at will
We rarely find them at a hill
Or a passing mill
I can never ever relive
Those satisfying memories of gazing at my sweetie pies
Who whisper sweet nothings
Into the air, the vast expanse of the universe
As deep as the ocean their melodies reverberate
Of hearts solemn and minds collaborate
In unison with the divine
Here’s gleefully wishing my Birdie Goddesses,
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