The Little Birdy ... Part 1

There is a little Bird.

As free as rain,
As light as the air,
As gay as the leaves in the wind.

She started off with her mother,
Who'd teach her to fly
Away from her nest,
But again to return safe
At the end of the day...


She had a very few friends,
Some other little birdies,
Her neighbours.

They'd fly away
From a place to another :
Viewing the world from the top
But untouched herself...
Ah! She was so happy!

She grew up a little.
Now, she wanted a Shelter
With whom she could feel at home:
That'd be her friend, guide
And provide her with
Protection, Hope & Assurance
At the End of the Day.

The Silent Search was on...
But, as she was still
A Little Birdie,
Her little wings would ache
On going too far.

But one day,
While she was on
Her search trip...
A huge cloud
Came over the place.

Deafening thunders
Tearched through
The Black Sky.
She ran and ran
As fast she could
For a shade.

All the tress were swaying madly,
Almost about to break loose from the ground...
The branches were full of green leaves
Assuring a safe yet risky shelter.

Just then
She came across a tree
Or was it a tree at all?

It was as black as coal,
As lifeless as a graveyard,
As empty as a deserted house.

It was ugly,
Completely leafless
Stricken by lightenings
Hundreds of times.
But it was strong
And utterly alone.

The little birdy thought:
"What a similarity!
Both of us so alone...
Perhaps I could make a change..."

She went to that tree,
Clung hard to its lifeless branches
Fought the storm
All through the night.
They both got
Drenched in the rain,
Battered by the storm.

For the next few days,
The Little Birdy would come
And spend her time
With the tree :s o alone,
It'd sing in its branches,
Chirp at his ears...
Just her presence
Made it so full
Of Life !

But the selfish tree
Did not care to thank her
For being there with him
Throughout the night
Or even in the days
When the sun was scorching
Not only his dry skin,
But also the tender little birdy.

Who knows?
Maybe the Ungrateful Tree
Enjoyed her presence
And the great attention he got
From the little birdy.

But he never responded,
And chose to be aloof,
Lifeless, heartless.

But the birdy got attached to this tree.

Now as she grew up...
There came a lot of new friends:
Some naughty
Some daring
While some too irritating !

She learnt a lot of things...
Let's see what she does
With all her knowledge
And experiences...

(To be contd.)