The veil of darkness fell

As refreshing dawn emerged,

The stretch of silence snapped

As feathered friends twittered.

A wish to watch their frolic,

I peeped through the pane,

Oh, but I could perceive

Only a number to name.

A flashback reminded my home…

Our courtyard filled with multitudes,

With hay in their tiny beaks,

To make shelter on our roofs.

Now perhaps, one can figure,

Their reason behind being sparse,

High-rise buildings and apartments,

Social upgradation at large.


[Published in November 2011 issue of ‘Indian Ruminations’, a journal of Indian English Writers]


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