SOMDATTA MITRA
COUNTRY : INDIA
TITLE : HEAVEN FOR THE HATCHLINGS
The hatchlings nod their heads.
Their eyes are yet to see the world ,
They cherish the moments of cuddling;
and their thoughts whirl.
The Sun sets to fondle them with its rays ,
The rains refresh them to ensconce.
The silent predators espy their prey,
The mother is vulnerable to an umbre.
They try to flutter their wings with an effort ,
As if to fly high in the firmament before they perched.
Mothers are always so adorable ,
While incubating their care is laudable.
Feeding their nestlings with a tenacity ,
They rejoice and nuzzle to celebrate birth in a divinity.
As the trees embrace these hatchlings ,
Like a parent and gift a shelter.
Life seems beautiful with their chirping ,
The whole world admires this resplendant beauty while observing.
The hollow of the trees unfolds a mystery ,
Often the chances are there to be attacked ;
by the deadliest snakes in a trickery.
Yet the hatching of these babies instil a fervour ,
All seem to cherish the edifice of eternal bliss.
Life is indeed a vauntsquare ,
Where the beatitude and danger both exists as estranged.
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