Shelter

When it rains heavy and thunders roar,

A small bird on her way back home will sit on a branch and save herself.

Now the branch wasn't her home, the tree wasn't her haven

But it will tell her nevertheless "sit a little longer little one..let the storm pass".

And the little birdie will sit quietly as silence itself.

Then the rain will stop, the thunders go quiet

And the little one widens her wings and fly away...

Will the tree now ask...

"How ungrateful you are! Why can't you stay with me a little longer?"

No, I guess.

His birds too will now come back home and he will forget about this little bird...

And the little bird will also forget him

Then one day the rain will again come, the thunders will again roar

And the little bird on her way homebound will think of the branch

And wonder its way to him instead of her way back home.

And the tree will still be there telling ...

"Sit a little longer little one...let the storm pass".

Now tell me what will you name a love like that...

A love that gives you shelter in the storm and let you fly once the thunder is over...

A love that knows he will never be your home but still open the windows and make two cups of coffee,

Plays Mohammed Rafi in the background

And tells you "sit a little longer little one... let the storm pass"