Abode of Happiness
Sparrow
Furnishes her nest
Fetching straw by straw
A bit of cotton
Some threads, too
Are gathered by her
After incubation
Responsibility of sparrow
Does not come to an end
She gathers grains
For her darlings
And feeds them
Putting grain in their beaks
Sparrow enjoys
Bliss of motherhood.
She introduces them
To the world outside
Teaches them to fly
In vast sky
Cycle of life
Keeps on moving like this
With the passage of time
Strength of sparrow
Decreases
With advent of dawn
Birds take flight
Their mother stays alone
In the deserted nest.
Weathers of Mind
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Sometimes flowers prick us like thorns
Sometimes, flowers bloom in thorns
Imparting us sensation of spring.
Sensation of Spring in barren land
And of barren feeling in orchid
These weathers of mind
Change abruptly
Irrelevant of seasons.
Rajni Chhabra
With sun-set
Birds return to their nest
Holding grains in beak
To feed their mother
Such a relation flourishes
In the world of empathy
Nest tinged with love
Becomes abode of bliss.
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