The Innocent Birds Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

they go away one by one
leaving their nests and nestlings
winged birds of the mystic hills
they perform somersaults in the air
hoping the dry wind will not give
them a scratch and flow away smoothly
they are innocent minds of the nature
they are not proud of their tiny wings
colored and serrated and well woven
with plumes fetched from their parents
they go down in a hurry to catch
the rolling worms and go up speedily
to sit on the clouds and devour.
they are kind and sweet hearted
for they don't know there is a
storm rising behind them that will
sweep them away from the sky and
dump them in the eddies of an ocean