Pairs of little birds
Perching in the tree
Nearby the house we resides
They are supposedly telling
The stories of their life.
The discussions I suppose
About the family and future
Castles they are making
In their imaginations and vision.
Pairs of little birds
Beautiful colors in feathers
Nice to see them in morning
Their sounds always gives pleasure
There planning of life in talks
Continues in their own languages
Unable to understand
For a human being like me.
Their castles the beautiful nests
The nests they make in large trees
The Branches of trees they opts
Wonderful creativity in building nests.
Selection of materials from nature
The dried sticks and wires of bushes
Glittering papers sometimes takes
One thing they makes sure
The tree tops of the giant trees
With sound standing in the earth.
Pairs of little trees
Coming in the morning in the compound
To find out something to eat
And to say something as a visitor
I enjoys their different body languages
As a child in its own innocence
And smiles to the mother beautifully.
Birds, nature's own wonderful creature
Their sounds always makes soothing effect
Our hardships we forget if we listen
They are the prettiest of the world.
Gangadharan nair Pulingat..
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