When it began to be morning,
The birds started chirping,
The moon lost its consciousness,
And the sun got its graciousness.
The fresh air started blowing,
The sky got enlightenment.
The mother bird went searching food,
To make her son healthy and stout.
The father also went in searching some wood,
To make his home sweet and strong,
And to get his son a very good mood.
All set, everything set,
Then the time came when the sun set.
When it began to be the evening,
The birds got back to their housings.
Our baby bird started chirping,
Momma ,Momma, is it the evening?
Momma said,
Yes my darling and it's time for sleeping.
Happily he slept listening and hearing ,
Mum's lullabies,
But papa and Mumma had a lot of worries.
Then one cursed night,
It happened so...
The happier days didn't last so long,
That one storm which came along,
Changed the whole happy song.
Cries and sufferings all the way,
To the mother's dismay,
Hope for life was far away,
Destruction was going to slay,
All the happiness in her way.
Then suddenly a flurry of wind,
Blew away her down the tree,
She screamed,
But no one to catch her free,
And fell down due to gravity's decree.
Creeped and crawled and begged for life ,
But could not fly,
Nor could she warn her ally,
Of the nature's sly.
But what could she do?
Helpless she was.
Tried so hard,
But could not she live,
Cause the catastrophe had played it's hardest card.
The father and son,
Unknown of their loss,
Slept a sleep,
Which was a way so deep,
Which left them unaware,
Of the Calamity's curse.
But the inevitable death,
Finds you from the hell.
May you like it or not,
Gets you to the purgatory again.
And gives you the pain,
Not in vain,
Which you won't imagine would make your brain ascertain misery,
And you won't dare underestimate it again,
Or you'll be left as a Ain.
The best,
The happiest,
The nicest nest,
Fell down to the west ,
The father broke his breath,
Not even could he struggle a moment,
Felt pain in chest,
And got into a peace to rest.
The son was watching this all in one go,
but as helpless as he was ,
With broken claws,
And many physical flaws,
Could not he help his father die out,
Shrieked out,
In pain,
But all in vain,
No one to help,
Nor a one to sympathise his emotional sentiments,
Lost his parents and was in severe agony,
A will to live wasn't in a penny,
But couldn't he die despite the heaviest storm,
Despite it was rainy,
Despite it was windy,
Seemed it as if,
God was saving him from the curses in many.
The stormiest night ended,
And the forest saw a sunshine shaded,
Which fell on the baby bird,
Curing all his wounded body,
And giving him a new life,
Awakened him up,
And gave him a charm.
Though he could not forget his agonious sufferings,
But had to start a new life,
As the trees blossom bearing,
Went on flying far beyond the horizons of wide sky,
As the world doesn't rely,
On those who have left by.
This was the story of our bird,
Not happy nor sad.
But shows the harsh reality of the world,
Upon which the universe is glad.
We don't stay happy always,
Their lie two sides of a coin.
The time does wait for none ,
Nor do we do in this world.
Life goes on,
And will go on.
This was the part of the bird's call
The world has it other different roles...
....Bidisha Maharana
