The little swallows
That once sat twittering
On the window sill
No longer chirp.
The empty skyline
Once lined with their crowning glory
No longer swim in the sky.
“Where have all the birdies gone?”
Whispered my child…
“Has God taken them away to another sky?”
“Where, oh where will I ever see?
Birds returning to their nests in the
Shelter of the trees?
“They are maimed. No nest can be built”
Softly whispered I.
“Where will they nest?”
“Where will they sleep?”
“Where will they rest their child?”
Was the child’s anguished cry?
~Shobha Diwakar
Jabalpur, India
Thanks for the great post with so many examples.