A Season Of Loving Tweet Poem by Ravi Panamanna

</>Born in a distant land,
In an unknown dale,
These birds every season
Unto my shores make loving tweets.

Every year, without fail
They reach these fields, my window sill.
Every year, into my horizon
They spread their wings in pure delight!

Of the gentle brooks and endless plains,
Of the melodies of the distant springs,
Of the falling leaves and forest glades,
It is all a whistling tale!

Covering umpteen lands and the depthless blues,
They reach this riverside in a boisterous company.
With kith and kin under their wings
It is an annual meet of old friends.

They spend a holiday here,
They are here for a brief period.
Far from their native haunts
They too love these whispering winds.

And, weeks and weeks later
They leave this peaceful inn, my window sill.
Those dales are calling them back
Those seasons are keeping them alive.

Lending my ears for their happy chirp,
I am wandering along these banks.
Lending my moonlit nights,
My Silence is waiting for their annual visit
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