The mother birdie pleaded
in an eager tone
if you permit,
build a nest in your trunk,
for refuge in d' rainy
season
Rains are about to start,
kids need a secured shelter
until learn to fly around
and,
not wait for their mother
I've to go in pursuit of food,
fly back, feed them in time
d' hungry young ones
not to cry for food,
to quiet them, my duty prime
To shed her winter coat,
d' deer even is inclined
to gift fur for my nest,
for a soft woolen lining
No faltering, shown by d'
tree,
in an instant flatly refused
I entertain no such request,
in brief, it did conclude
On d' river bank li'l ahead,
stood one more tree
seemed to be light-hearted,
easy-going and carefree
in woeful tone appealed
and not being stressed out
d' tree forthwith agreed
lived with its children
monsoon arrived soon,
and soon it started to rain
the water level started to rise
d' trunk of d' 1st tree
snapped,
next, it got uprooted,
a surreal surprise
Infuriated river,
showed no compassion
ruthlessly dragged d' tree,
down towards the ocean
From its cozy nest,
d' bird saw d' tragic scene
d' forlorn tree flowed away,
in river's turbulent stream
Got d' occasion to taunt
you refused me, my family
turned down a paltry favor,
your denial looked so
silly
As you sow, so you reap,
had no feeling for my kids
now rightly being punished,
for your coarse, cruel deed
Softly smiled d' floating tree,
I knew my roots were weak
to defend myself, felt helpless
why put your kids' life at
risk
I knew that this monsoon,
if ensues a ceaseless rain
for a feeble tree like me,
it won't be feasible to
sustain
might appear strange to you,
but that's the fact, real
never meant that I didn't
care,
do pardon me for d' denial
Got towed away by d' current
while keenly explaining
flowed fast towards d' sea
next moment no more seen
A mere refusal,
for an honest valid reason
not counted as cruelty,
might turn to be a boon
Often it is hard to locate
d' positive facet of one's
mind
unless explored minutely,
laying d' futile doubts
aside
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