New Nest

Dewy-eyed dawn, twittering songsters,

Eagerly awaiting the golden streaks

To lighten up the world

For the early worms to catch.

In a tiny nest, the she-bird’s pride-

Geared up for her first flight,

With mounting excitement.

Wings gathering balance,

The little one circled in the air

With swan like grace

Under the watchful eyes

Of the adoring pair.  

The he-bird singing hymns,

Heralding the sun, flew mirthfully,

Cheering the little one, inspiring her to fly

Higher and higher, to race with the wind. 

Oblivious of the sorrowful joy, colonizing

The mother-mind; tenderly visualizing

The young one, soon  in a nest of her own

Chosen by her beloved for a new life.

Latha Prem Sakhya

                                                                     From  Nature at My Doorstep