No Chirping Poem by vijay gupta

No chirping
A time was
When there was chirping goes on
round the clock on the guava tree.
She was living happily with her children & Mr. He.
Before some times ago
I found that their was no chirping in morning or
in the evening.
The bird was alone.
Children went away to their on world
& Mr. he went to another nest.
She was quiet mum & full of grief.
This story is not only of one bird of my guava tree,
It is of unaccountable old people of the world.