Birds in gaiety keep their dear little ones
Warm under
their soft feathers
In nights, between twilights, during snow-fall
Till sun-rays
peep into their cozy nests
They rise to sing in twilight before sunrise
On the prospective
risks in broad day-light,
In the safe-existence of their baby-birds
And in their
blissful return at sunset
All parasites like snakes have all hungers
Only to
swallow their newly born ones,
Sprinkling seeds for them to glance, hunters
Secretly
spread nets and watch to catch
Fluttering back to nests for glowing glance
Of their
young ones to coo in full delights
Indeed the happiest moment in their daily lives
A tension to
be faced between twilights
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