Tag Archives: birds

To a Sparrow

12 May

SparrowAmong the bush, I see a little dweller,
Cute and lovely looks of old world settler,
Small constitution but smart execution,
Oh, Sparrow, we all love you

On the grass beneath you hop your way,
Left and right you look with gay,
You stop and give a high-pitched chirp,
That melodious short chirp we all love

Scavenging for food around with your tiny beak,
From small insects to virtually anything you eat quick,
You have transformed yourself from a seed-eater,
But nevermind, still we love you

A lot of solaces we do get by your looks,
By your cute actions, we are hooked,
Lost in this world are we,
But you remind us that life is still lovely

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To a Cattle Egret

1 Jul

Yellow hood and white body,
No glamour but true beauty,
You help of the farmers,
Refuge of the Cattle, blessed be thou.

You cleanse the Cattle from leeches,
They owe thee a lot, but unable to say cheers,
You understand their plight and come to their assistance,
You help keep up the ecological balance

Oh, Egret you teach us a lot,
To help others without recognition,
To love without expectations,
Bend beneath all till death

Sometimes filled with bitterness and temptation,
I go astray, the momentary pleasure I indulge,
You inspire me to do best at all times,
Till in heaven, we find repose at the end

 

Army of Pigeons

30 Aug

Army of Pigeons on a building,
Positioned themselves on each window rack,
Some white, some dark-grey,
Some Spotted with white dots,
Some beautiful with pink and grey.

Pigeons

Pigeons

We are here they babble,
By their sound Coo-Coo,
Warning everyone

of their presence,
Some sharpening their beaks,
Some cleansing their wings.

Here they go,there they Land,
Coo-Coo, all along they sing,
Guarding their territory from infiltrators,
Laughing Doves, Mynas and Doves all afar,
Admiring the solidarity of their brethren

They feed on rice put forth by an Indian,
Together they fly and attack their due,
Munching merely on good grains,
Driving away the little sparrows trying to sneak,
Truly an Army of pigeons the onlookers acclaim

An expat`s Poem

2 Aug

Oh chirping birds,

So Lovely are your sounds,

Blissful experience for all who hear,

Bulbul

Bulbul

In a city unknown.

 

Seldom have I passed away ignoring your tones,

The tones no musician can produce,

Pleasant feast to all who feel your strength,

That much-needed strength to soul so weak

 

You sing to everyone without fare,

Reminding us life is beautiful as its creator,

Not to be tensed, not to worry,

But to be joyful every day.