A house: A home to be!
I'm not cemented , I'm no mansion,
No match,no fit for a king's ransom,
In me - None shall find an arcade,
No gargoyles on my balustrade!!!
Hear mine story 'Tragedy of Decades'!!
My creation,I owe, to crafty parents:
Woven by beings devoid of hands,
Little craftsmen, their existence mere,
Busy in their own world they were ,
I'd been woven out of leaves 'n twines!
Yes.. I'm a nest atop a coconut tree,
Their holy abode : a home to be,
I'm all bare, no roof there is,
But they were content- eternal bliss;
They never complained, never hissed!
All weaving done - the finishing touch,
Comforting tufts of grass,hay,as such
Ensuring the kids don't get hurt,
Due to unspecified materials and dirt,
Not the slightest or mildest of a cut!!!
To God : their safety, the mother prays,
Wished , nothing evil came their ways,
Me : I awaited for the little eggs,
The hatchlings to take birth,
Bringing forth to parents- sweet mirth!
The auspicious day: it finally arrived,
Moment for which they long strived,
Tiny woolly furry balls: they screeched,
Musical sermon of innocence preached
Divine bonding with parents beamed!!
The following day : it rained,
A bad omen against the trend ,
A stripy collosal monster outta hole,
It seemed hungry, food it's goal,
A slight smile : his intentions sly.
And he entwined spirally 'bout the tree,
Absence of limbs, hindrance free,
The parents from distance screeched,
Hatchlings :their gaze at 'em transfixed
The predator set for his prey winced!!
The crows, all their life in vain,
That hollow crest of pain,
Till date yet to drain,
The joy of parenthood -
All in a moment slain!
/////Herein, I've attempted to portray one of my sad memories of a rainy day few years ago in the form of a poem. It's all felt there.This took place in my garden's only coconut tree.The crows left thereafter and never returned . I'd have done the same if I were them./////
Thank you for the kind read