Mates By Chance Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Two little birds
One green one blue
I really don’t know
With them what to do!
In the markets yesterday
There were birds galore
But I cannot say
How they landed on my door.
From the many colorful ones
The hands that picked these two
Sold them off and flew
Not telling me what to do.
The blue one is too small
Its tail not grown enough
The green is a perfect doll
A prancing chirping stuff!
Amid the birds umpteen
Maybe they were apart
But fate has put them in
To become my household’s part!
My words they don’t heed
I really have no clue
For food what they need
For their upkeep what to do!
In a day they’ve carved a space
Stolen my mind strangers though
Bringing me a gust of happiness
On my face a joyous glow!
I’m worrying when they’re quiet
Feel blessed when they dance
My wonder doesn’t abate
At these mates thrown by chance!