The little off springs
By D vinod kumar.
There lies a small little box
Which was lying near the table
Always looking at me with a
Hope or a scope either to be
Thrown away or else put to use
Days goes by weeks by weeks
But still silently It watches with a hope.
The D day comes the box is put away for well
Somebody throws away the box near a tree
Where in silence you can feel some beautiful
Hummings from the small little birds
From the top of the trees .on the onset of the seasons
Again days pass by, weeks pass bye
As I open the window and feel the fresh air
With a cup of coffee in hand s and a paper to read
For a minute my attention goes towards the box
The silent box as if it has a story to tell
Finaly I decide to go the box to check out
There were two little birds trying to jump inside the box
And could see the reason why the box was moving
Unexpectedly as if wanting to say something
I pick the birds and put them inside the box over a little
Clothes inside the box and bring back the box back to home
Placed in a place securely
So that the litte birds
Can be safe enough
As days passed they were too closer
I could feel there feelings as if there
Was something they were searching for
On which I silently take the box
And place it near the tree
As the little birds popped up there head
From the box ,suddenly comes there mother
And starts loving the little birds ,and could see
A silent tear on the eyes of the mother bird
How happy she is to see here little offsprings
Safe and sound, and she gives a thanks
With a moment of silence as if the heart connects
To the soul nature cares nature shares
By D vinod kumar.
There lies a small little box
Which was lying near the table
Always looking at me with a
Hope or a scope either to be
Thrown away or else put to use
Days goes by weeks by weeks
But still silently It watches with a hope.
The D day comes the box is put away for well
Somebody throws away the box near a tree
Where in silence you can feel some beautiful
Hummings from the small little birds
From the top of the trees .on the onset of the seasons
Again days pass by, weeks pass bye
As I open the window and feel the fresh air
With a cup of coffee in hand s and a paper to read
For a minute my attention goes towards the box
The silent box as if it has a story to tell
Finaly I decide to go the box to check out
There were two little birds trying to jump inside the box
And could see the reason why the box was moving
Unexpectedly as if wanting to say something
I pick the birds and put them inside the box over a little
Clothes inside the box and bring back the box back to home
Placed in a place securely
So that the litte birds
Can be safe enough
As days passed they were too closer
I could feel there feelings as if there
Was something they were searching for
On which I silently take the box
And place it near the tree
As the little birds popped up there head
From the box ,suddenly comes there mother
And starts loving the little birds ,and could see
A silent tear on the eyes of the mother bird
How happy she is to see here little offsprings
Safe and sound, and she gives a thanks
With a moment of silence as if the heart connects
To the soul nature cares nature shares