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Fledglings Fly the Nest








                                    The twitter has ceased in the once chirpy nest
                                    The parents’ anxious flutter now devoid of zest
                                As the nestlings with strengthened wings and breasts
                                      Fly to unknown lands without a wink & rest


                                 The once excited mother, delirious to see them soar
                                                                                                   Kavita Dar
                                  Realizes Alas! they are bereft of their childish core         w/o Shri Prashant Dar,
                                 Time has flown and the baby seems strong and free               DIG CRPF, Srinagar
                             To nestle them under her motherly wings is now not for thee!


                                     A similar fate greets the mother in the house
                                As the tree and nest stand in her garden to announce -
                                    The departure of its youngest chirpiest darling
                               For whom her love was sacred and selflessly sacrificing
                         Now cheerful and animated to meet the world beckoning and bright
                                   The nestling tumbles out of the house in delight!!

                                        Oblivious to her mother’s longing sight
                                     Emotions wreak havoc within as she beguiles
                                     Brimming tearful glistening eyes with smiles
                                   She knows she cannot withhold her maiden flight

                                                          For –
                                Wasn’t it her dream too, to witness her glorious glide?
                            Hadn’t she been nurturing her to witness the elevated stride?
                                   Now as she stands on the threshold of adult life-
                                  Why does her heart sink with a hollowness inside?


                                  And so goes the unsung ballad of longing mothers-
                                   Who can no more caress the soft ball of feathers
                                      Which clung to her breast for milk and rest
                                         Ah! Life must go on at God’s behest!
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