THE POOR BIRDIE

There was a young birdie,

Peeping out of his nest with his fearful eyes,

Looking curiously towards the sky,

Watching closely his species fly,

In flocks like colorful floating rainbows,

Jingling and twittering freely on their way in bliss.

“I too can fly,” he thought,

”I should use my talent”

“God had made me a birdie for this blue sky,”

”I have wings like them,” “Why not to try?”

Without a second thought, he jumped out of his den

Fell down on the ground, climb up and jumped up again

The birds flying overhead looked at him,

Looking at each other began to scream.

Started saying,” do not know how to fly”

“Someone tell him, it’s not his cup of tea, the poor guy”

You too were in the flock silently watching the proceedings,

Your generous heart brought you near him.

You whispered in his ears,” Friend, you too can fly”

“Don’t be ashamed, I will teach you, how to fly”

Then began the process of teaching and learning,

Sessions after sessions, season after season.

Days passed on, they didn’t tire out in summer,

The storms of rainy season failed to disturb their soar.

The winters failed to freeze their art

The spring titillated their innocent hearts.

Burdened by your beneficence he gave you away his heart,

Began loving and respecting you from the depth of his spirit.