Plight Of The Flying Flocks.
What a pleasure to gaze at the flocks of birds in the sky
Fluttering the dazzling wings in the golden sunbeams
Coming back to the forests for rest in nests !
They always fly with a fantastical pattern
Their wings flutter in rhythm, never haphazard !
I wonder to think who is their choreographer!
It is not a joyride for them at all, as we imagine;
In each morning from the sun rising up to setting
What energy and pain they need to spend for living!
Can our pleasure be turned empathy for this fragile being?
Through window pane, I noticed them always busy
Taking care of wings for mending with claw or sharp beak !
What they twit in the evening or early morning ?
With ‘Kichmich , kichimich' sound in chorus tune ?
Do they give ‘get up call’ to all of their own flocks :
"Let us grab grains from the nearest plane
Before any other flock can encroach !.".
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