The Speaking Bird

Before me she wakes up,

In the early hours of morning

We often meet,

Hiding from the greeny leaves,

She watches me silently,

Flutters to me with the love-filled eyes.

Through the window panes,

She peeps through

To deliver me her morning greeting.

We exchange smiles,

Love and trust,

When she comes,

My joy becomes double,

I find her busier than me,

Picking the small food grains

She flies away,

Before going,

She looks into my eyes,

But never says good bye.

Again we meet,

I and the speaking bird,

She speaks,

I love to hear.

She Speaks of love,

Lust and anger,

Conveys her frustrations,

Days out how she struggles,

Struggle to collect foods,

It is her destiny,

if she fills her mouth up.

She fights to save herself from

Lusty eyes of male birds,

Once she leaves her nest,

Does not know whether she will come back or not,

Who knows what destiny has kept for her stored,

Will she fly carefree in the blue sky,

Flutter and rustle through leafy trees,

or she will fall prey of the greedy hunter,

Will the enemy birds attack her,

or will she return to her nest?

With the dreams in the eyes,

While her hatchlings waiting in the nest,

Will she be able to feed them with love?

Amidst uncertainity,

Unknow fear,

She flies so far,

While speaking to me

She pours out her tears

And conveys,

Life not an easy affair,

It needs courage and hope,

To fight the despairs.