THE NEST

Sparrows were in dire need 

Of a place to live in peace 

But kept thinking 

Where to find a seat 

In this jungle of concrete. 

Our happiness crossed all seas, 

And soared to the boundless blue, 

When Sparrows visited our home 

And chose a curvy dome 

On the top of my gate 

To make their nest 

And have a safer fate, 

After making round and round 

They felt it very safe and sound. 

When the sparrows arrived, 

It seemed as if someone very close have come, 

Our hearts were filled 

With unseen pleasure 

As if we all got some rare treasure. 

Their every effort 

Had our full support 

Whether they brought some twigs,

Cotton or straw, 

Made a furry nest.   

One day she laid her eggs 

And both kept sitting one by one 

And attempted comfort best 

Keeping their chicks always abreast. 

Later in a week 

She hatched them to life 

We were the curious onlookers 

Of their every move. 

They kept going out 

And  brought some grain

Fed all the three beaks 

Through out the day , 

Through the weeks. 

 We were sure 

A mother has come 

And has brought along some very beautiful gifts. 

Her passion for life 

 Was all dedication, 

All surrender, 

And all meditation 

They kept their nursing on, 

Now skin was turning brown. 

We wanted to be the part 

Of their party 

With our guest of curiosity, 

But knew it very well, 

It will not serve our, 

Or their purpose, 

It may not be a necessity. 

So we all kept mum and watched silently 

Life go cradled 

In the nest in our house. 

But fate had else in store, 

Pleasure turned sour 

When a chic fell to the ground, 

The other was taken 

To the sky unbound. 

The Nest was thoroughly tattered, 

Our dreams dashed and shattered.