She stops picking the grains
And looks up and around!
She finds herself alone,
On that secluded ground!
She looks up at the horizon,
And the sun was setting already!
Bidding its last goodbye,
To the blushing evening sky!
She hurls herself up in the sky,
Flapping her tiny wings!
Flying as fast as she could,
Racing the moving clouds!
‘Will her little ones be safe?’
Worry starts clouding her vision
‘Will the nest be safe?’
‘Or has it already fallen to the ground?’
Against the fierce wind,
She flies her way back home.
A mother’s love fights all odds,
No matter what may come!
On reaching the nest,
Her heart finds some peace
When she finds her little ones safe,
All her previous worries cease.
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