Based on a real story of an unborn bird who was left by its mother right after one of its siblings got hatched amid monsoon, the month of Shrawan.
It’s the second year
in a row, of my Mother dear
that she’s built a nest over other
so that my siblings won’t suffer
like the previous year.
When her womb was our
home, different the things were
I can guess the pain,
I know the sorrow
but mom, I also know the gain
that my elder brother is a hero.
Our home that you build
is non-less than the palace
over those high hills.
I’m sure mother
there’s the mighty mountain
right at the front or other.
But Mother, How’d I see and feel them
without the presence of dad and yourself here?
Before my first step
into this world Mother
I’ve guessed how heavy
it’s going to be; the downpour.
Mating to make me in monsoon
was of course not easy for you to bear.
But mother, I need you now and near.
The guy who’s observing
me & my siblings from day zero
seems so caring and daring
to put a small roofing
over me and our home, Mother.
I still wonder,
how long we should be waiting
you and our elder brother, mother?
From inside this shell
I’m hearing my friend
chirping all over & ringing bell
by the stranger observer.
Dear Mother, when will you come,
before or after, this shell
turns out to be hell?
Only if the guy could
help us hatch and get freed,
If only this monsoon
would come to an end
If the nest you built
the previous year could be healed…
Things would not be the same
that I am compelled to feel.
But Mother!
The temporary roof the guy put
over our nest won’t work long.
The heavy rain with
thunderstorm won’t leave us along.
Tall and still mighty mountains
long away aren’t where we actually belong.
Who, do you think will help
us when you leave us alone?
Oh! my Mother,
when will you come?
or will we be done with life
before it has actually begun!