Birds Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

Birds're gone
and branch at the window
is no more as
the tree is dead.
No more flapping and chirping
at everymorning
Hope they've flown beyond
the wildfire of memories.
Now the window frame
is empty and exposing
the indifferent sky.
A notice on the tired building
no one reads.
Birds were there to fill
the emptiness
but now they're gone searching
for a new tree, a new window.
Now only way is to
close the window and the sky.
But they're there...in the room.
A tree with the dancing branch.
Oh, nothing is changed!
Just don't think of far away
wildfire of memories
and the empty window.