SOUMEN Ghosh
Chennai, Tamil Nadu
At the corner of the yard, By the wall, a bush stood hard,
With blossoms bright and small.
Red and yellow, blooms so gay, Where forest birds would sing and play,
And dance around them all.
Colored wings in sunny air, Called and fluttered everywhere,
From morning until night.
Tiny Bulbul, soft and sweet, Tapped her beak in gentle beat,
And sang with pure delight.
One hot noon in summer’s glare, A storm arose from nowhere there,
And broke their fragile nest.
I lifted chicks with tender hand, They stirred a bit, could hardly stand,
And silence did the rest.
Little Bulbul ate no grain, Hung her head in speechless pain,
Her eyes were dull and sad.
All day long she watched the ground, Till evening’s hush came all around,
And night fell, still and glad.