The Sparrow

I sit on this branch of the cypress tree Engulfed in memories of gone-bye days Placing my deserted nest in front of me World moves on but a monument stays I selected the safest branch of the cypress Expertly using my beak, wings and claw Picked stalks from plants like jasmine and roses Using strings from the paddy’s straw With the fragrant rose petals the bed was made With love and care and undying desires The impeccable decor, the light and shade Its finishing, its beauty every bird admires Enchanting sounds of the eggshell’s pricks Breaking one after the other the canopies And peeped my adorable progeny chicks Fed them live worms to satisfy and appease Protected them from evil eyes of lustful hawks The quilt of my stretched feather served them when cold Guarded them from winds and lightning's shocks My lullabies and narration of stories untold The nest was filled with the cry of joy Dark nights came with the bright lamp of moon The sun sent its shine with a message to ‘enjoy’ The butterflies danced on a ravishing tune The juveniles were given such love and care A day came when they took to wings to fly With boldness and self esteem that eagles dare Making the nest desolate and lonely under sky My castle of love is blown and so my dreams The apathy makes my drained out eyes to cry O cypress trees and roses, my soul screams My progeny to turn and say, ‘Mama Good-bye’