Always fond of watching
the chirping little birds,
I felt my impressions I must paint
my living room neatly to decorate…
Keeping the outline of a distant hill
where the sky and the earth meet,
in the foreground I sketched a tree
on the bank of a flowing river,
for the birds to perch and play together.
On every branch – big and small,
I sketched quite a few, some on their wings,
some about to take off, but it seemed to be a crowd –
in the commotion sadly all appeared
to be unknown to each other.
The canvas I kept aside,
took another, this time to draw just one
on a slender branch
swinging in the mild wind
A lonesome sage-like figure
sans emotions and passion,
it appeared lost in the hustle bustle
of the vast creation…
Taking pity on it
I picked up the third canvas,
painted just two birds –
facing each other,
brought them little closer
till their beaks could reach each other…
And lo…!
Seemingly I heard a whisper,
after moments of chit chat
one of them, I felt,
flew down and was back with a twig…
Did these two wish a nest to weave,
and enact once more the roles of Adam and Eve!
