The Homeless Creatures Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

The devilish storm uprooted the tree in the previous night,
The homeless birds are still chirping in pain and plight,
As they are looking at their fallen nests from the tree.
Suddenly an old refugee comes to that place wearing a tattered cloth,
He realizes what misfortune has happened,
Tears come in his grievous eyes,
When he sees the dilapidated nests,
The chaotic birds come closer to him without any fear,
As if they understand the refugee belongs to their own class.