Birds Nest Poem by Om Chawla
Birds Nest
Often have we seen a bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
A shelter to lay eggs
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
collecting grains
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 not where: and
The nest gets barren once again.
Lonely...
The bird DOES NOT GRIEVE
OR DOES IT
We humans, we do not know.
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I love and enjoyed this poem based on the topic of birds, their young ones nestling, leaving the nest at the right time for good. Thanks for sharing. I quote a few lines: Young get wings, by and by: / and coaxed by the mother bird; / attempt to fly.
a very beautiful poem...thanks for sharing...does it grieve or not, we humans do not know, lovely lines indeed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I chose to comment on this poem because I adore birds - this write is so beautiful and sweet, and poses a thought-provoking question at its conclusion. Enjoyed reading very much.