Spare just a moment for the bird
Who flew from bleak winter of her habitat,
In search of warmth, food wet lands
And green fields, instead only found silt.
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who uncertainly hovers in the sky,
A grey cloud drifting by, seemed to ask why
Alone, where is your flock and why do you cry.
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who oh, so despondently alights?
Looking askance for a sanctuary,
Perplexed, why barely a marsh, rest concrete.
Spare just a moment for the bird,
Who feels lost as it sits on an electric pole
Wondering whatever happened to Neem and Babool
Which spread out arms to welcome for rest and to nest?
Spare just a moment for the bird
Who misses her good old friends
Dainty Golden Oriole, Kingfisher and Egrets,
And wonders how come only vultures lie in wait…
Mamta, you have a beautiful mind, in your poems you consider all with love. Bird life is diminishing in our greedy concrete world, when they become extinct, it will be our loss. One less beauty in our world. Bob
what a beautiful poem ma'm....very heartfelt and touching...10+
I think it is an experience of poet on revisiting someplace; descibed through the emotions of a bird? I dont know, mamta, this is what i gathered (correct me if i am wrong, plz) . Yes, it does its job beautifully!
Beautiful thoughts expressed about the destruction of nature and the fate of the birds....great write Mamta
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
By now it is a well established fact, that those exotic birds have become a rare commodity! We rarely sight them in our cities! The sky is filled with black crows and scavenger birds, I too had lamented in a poem I wrote once! For this poem a 10 + -Raj Nandy