My Upanishadic Birdie Pie - 2 Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon

The next morning, as I sipped a hot cup of tea
And began writing,
Thoughts flow and I complete a page,
I look up and whom do I see?
My little black and white friend!
Perched on the same mango bough
Staring at me!
I suddenly felt very happy.
She sat quietly without a murmur
Like a pious saint!

I continued my writing,
The philosophy of Ahimsa!
Ahimsa is not a singular path
Of non-violence and non-injury alone!
To attain the status of Ahimsa,
One must follow the path of love and truth,
One must possess compassion, be ready to forgive,
Remain fearless and brave,
Refrain from stealing and lusting, and many more!
So, Ahimsa is a synthesis of several virtues!

After a while, there is a long whistling sound,
That distracts both of us.
It is a squirrel scuttling up and down the branches in great hurry!
My black and white friend now alert, turns and twists her head sharply,
Lifts up her tail at a ninety degrees angle,
And then, with a flutter, suddenly takes off!
For me, it was a sudden enactment of nature's drama,
A watcher's delight!
But with my friend gone out of sight,
I closed my book and put my pen down.