BIRDS
by Shivayadav

Creech.........Creech
'Oh my dear birds' the mom calls
The little birds peep and protrude from the nest
Creech, Creech 'oh my dear birds
Here is the prey for you, come out'
Fluttering wings with awesome eye
They hold the prey and begin to eat..
'Dear,' the mother bird calls her young
With anxiety and full of uncertainty..
The mother begin to speak..
'Creech.....Creech!
This is the last feeding in this nest
The strangers, Oh that evil devil man
Is going to cut this tree to pave the road!'
'Creech...Creech..' All the birds cry..'Oh mom
How can we survive from evil Man?'
'I don't know'..the mother bird replied..
'Let us wait and watch for the next day'.
God provided the trees for all
But man takes even that away...

sivashanmugam