They jumped around,
The courtyard,
Feeding the grains
Thrown on the ground,
Cooing a little,
Sitting on the ledge,
Of the fort, singing
All the while,
With no regets in mind,
No sadness to be borne,
Happy all the time,
Flying in circles,
Seldom leaving the place
Of their abode,
Where they lay eggs,
Roosted lived
A life of peace
Which the onlookers
Saw with jealousy,
Their birth and death
With no birthdays or obituaries.
Ravikiran Arakkal
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