Mother Bird. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
Mother Bird.
Sitting in the portico
And listening the birds songs
The small birds and their plays
Perching in the shrubs
Nearby tree, having full of branches
Relaxing myself from the stress
And strains of daily life.
The mother bird of two little ones
Coming with a prey
And then tries to feed its children
The mother bird looks with pride
The plays, eating, quarrel
A world of their own with love.
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4/17/2024 10:06:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Lovely Poem. Thanks for sharing. Rated