Om Chawla Poems
- Birds Nest Have you not seen the bird flying far, again and ...
- A Poor Man's Lot There besides the trunk of a leafless ...
- Beyond The Horizon Yonder in the West, Just before it sets,...
- Shunyata- -Completeness In Not... Hush hush ...
- Cry Of A Soul What passion it was anger or lust who knows ...
- Betrayal - Of Faith Or Of Natu... Holy river and holier ...
- An Infant's Smile Peaceful repose of tranquility, mirroring...
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Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows ...