The nest could not fly along
It’s caught in the branches
Wings that flapped away into Sun and rain
Like a dish antenna opening into the sky, the nest
Fling your ear onto it amongst branches
Like a gurgle in the radio receiver unable to connect to a station
Green lyrics would whisper deep into you
A little of clay, some dry twigs, the nest
Like some hard/soft flesh and a few bones
Like an aged bird that never grew wings
Like a lamp that flew away from
The two hands covering from the winds
Emptily and melancholy,
Sits on the branches, the nest
Little Robins that took their birth
And grew their wings here;
Why don’t they come back to the nest, ever?
Had they lost their way in the labyrinth of the skies?
The little girl of our house is gone on vacation
I will have to ask her, when she returns
Why, why and why …………………….?
- Asitha kesh