Which Seldom Comes True? Poem by Ratnakar Rout

When the busy bird returned to its nest late
Its whole little world awaited him
With an adoring look
The interior of its abode was sensuous
It shed its attire and relaxed
A reptile arrived there and peeped
Into the nest through a sand hole
And saw another reptile snoring
It crawled into the shell crossing all barriers
And bolted the doors and windows from inside
The bird turned to a wild reptile after a while
During that mid night hour
An absolute silence was reigning there
Both the reptiles got hypnotised
And immersed in the ocean of desire
With mutual consent and deep attraction
A steamy union swept away all their conscience
All controls lost control and all hurdles faded away
In that sensually charged darkness
Both the reptiles mingled together gradually
And consciously fell prey to the undesirable situation
In the next morning the bird was in its nest
Deeply immersed in yawning austerity & penance
Nobody else was found around then
It was almost a dream in deep slumber
Which seldom comes true?