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