My Dream Home Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Home, never a paying-guest inn,
It welcomes you in— right within
Whenever you want to come in;
I want to build one so renowned,
Which, we the wings do on our own,
One, simple and natural-built—
Never so posh, nor built by guilt,
Its labour as supplied by bone,
And design we wings' very own,
Here, building material I fetch,
On whose bed, hope, my chicks will hatch.
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Here is a flycatcher, as is the bird commonly known, seen collecting pollen from a Calotropis plant to build her nest. (Sorry, this picture is not getting uploaded) .
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Happenings |15.02.2020|
Topic: bird, home