Early, before the sunrise
Felt somebody called me
I walked into the balcony
A pair of birds
In a lovely chat
Till then,
Flew away at once
Leaving a heavy heart
Two miniature pots
I brought
Hung in the balcony
For their nests
Next morning
I woke up before sunrise
Peeped through the window
The chirping birds
Swinging on the pots
Brought joy to heart
Soon they flew
To a hanging pumpkin
Began to make a hole
To build their own home
I was neither angry nor sad
They came closer to my heart
I appreciated their endeavour
@ varala anand
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How Very Very Precious! ! ! ! ! Love Nature! ! ! Every glimps or sound of Nature Can So Touch The Heart And Is Such A Precious Gift I Believe! ! ! ! ! Thank You So Much For Sharing! ! ! ! ! 10S! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ++++++++++++++++++++ Added To Favorites! ! !