Nest

When we go towards the countryside, we see so many birds and insects,

Colourful, chirpy, musical, buzzing, flying from one branch to another, so soothing,

From where they come, what they eat, how they survive the seasons, it’s a miracle. 

It’s Nature’s mystery, there is sheer magic, all elements in perfect harmony.

These multitude of birds build their tiny nests in the branches of trees and plants,

This is where the Birds go with food for the young ones, eagerly waiting, so loving,

They rest in the Nests, speak to the young ones in their chirpy language, so sweet, 

They give them confidence to be independent, train them to stand on their own feet. 

Man observed the birds closely and learnt to build tiny huts for his family,

As he progressed, he became greedy and started grabbing the birds territory,

The roofless birds left for newer pastures, their early morning buzz gone forever, 

Now the man sits in his palatial Nest, surrounded by concrete, rueing his folly