JOURNEY...OF MOMMY & FLEDGLINGS 



In the evening they still sat there 
Two pebbly whites, just out of mom's warm care,
Shining like large pearls,
Now a part of my small world.


The next morning, as I watered the plants,
Two small little lives shone as the sun rays danced,
Celebrating their arrival,
Me the nervous new mommy, worrying about their survival.


Mumma pigeon's wings provided warmth,
But my pink T-shirt brought in more hence forth, 
Shade and protection,
Warmth and affection .


Out came the bowls of oats,
Grains and mashed fruits,
Still I shoo away the crows,
As I see the fledglings grow.


Pinkish babies with pale yellow furs,
Just a little they stirred,
I peeped in every half an hour,
Saw them grow from pale to a slate, spiny greyer. 


Mommy pigeon would never bother
When I was around, trusting me like a sister,
Letting me clean the moneyplant pot, change food bowls,
Keep a watch on the fowls, vulnerable and small.


Slowly they grew bigger,
With pigeony grey feathers,
Small beady, alert eyes,
Louder became their faint chirpy cries.


Now they arise and playfully peck,
When I come down to check,
They have now left the nest,
Run around the balcony, or near the pot they rest.


The not so beautiful ones
Now handsome and beautiful, my daughter and son,
With tiny wings fluttering,
As they hear me speaking and muttering.


One chick is big, another a wee bit small,
The bigger one may soon sit on the wall
To take its freedom flight, 
On an independent journey alight.


Till then I will be a mother
To the small one, who shall fly later,
One day will fly, leaving me with the empty nest syndrome, 
But I will wait for them, to again come home.


Come home to mommy dear,
Let me play a loving mother,
Nest again in the money plant pot,
Beget your little ones, where you were born and begot.


They keep alive my instincts matronly,
As I watch them lovingly, sitting smugly,
I feel a fulfilled and contented mother,
My heart full of love, benevolence, warmth and care.

©Madhumita