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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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