My mom was loving, caring and free

she flew in woods and over the sea

she nested high up on a tall tree

with me in the nest, we were three

she fed us first, before she flee

we lived together with joy and glee.

One day she woke up and flew for a food

she came back injured the day was not good

she told no stories of what happened in the woods

I felt the agony that drained her mood

comforted her well, I wish I could

she hid her pain from us she was so rude

Gazed in her eyes filled with tears

her heart pumped faster revealing her fear

she tried her best, a word she could share

she shivered all night, her strength tattered

I groomed her quill that was all scattered

her Hope to fly with us, got shattered

Streak of sun rays fell on my nest

I was so hungry and longed for a feast

hoped she could fly off to quench my quest

I pushed her hard, by wings and her chest

Her body was cold, my efforts were a waste

I began to weep, that she was on her long rest

please don’t kill an innocent bird it’s my honest request

                                                                                              ~Deepak Raj Chetri 

                                                                                             Phuentsholing, Bhutan