In The Nest

Let us hope there will be a sunny day, A long waited day for the tired clay, Followed by clouds, lightning, thunders and rains, A day of washing the mud stains, An old tree is washed and is now shocking green, On the topmost branch a bird singing a sad song, The longest hot day of June is too long, Somewhere I have lost my love in the heat strokes, Though a monkey entertained me with his jokes, My tears could not stop how can I smile? A self made isolation, a self imposed exile! A petty small dispute with my old spouse, In a rage I left my nest, my lovely house, A flower springs and is kissed by a butterfly, The poet listens to the sound of pen at the sky, The sky though already blue becomes shocking blue, The lonely bird dreams a message, "I still love you." Morning is turned in noon and noon in an evening, And lo! On the sky we see a full moon shining, She gathers courage and kills her killing ego, "I shall go back to my nest, yes, I will go." She takes off; the wings are supported by wet blows, Waiting for her, sleepless, on the open windows, Both hug each other, cry and then smile, Love wipes their tears; the ego is now in exile. Ears listen to a sound of kiss and eyes see in the nest, Two birds in a deep sleep, after love a couple at rest.