Letting in the Sun's rays upon opening my window, <br />but mountains i do not see covered in snow. <br />Only thing visible is a grey sky and a miserly sun, <br />telling people indirectly that morning has begun. <br /> <br />Chirping of the birds sitting on the bird table, <br />built two years ago with wood and cables. <br />Partaking of the food and water set out for them, <br />is a sight that would delight many a human. <br /> <br />The birds are a few swallows, wrens and crows, <br />pigeons and house birds can also be assured. <br />Sometimes parrots and bulbuls come a visiting, <br />It is a delight to see them eating and drinking. <br /> <br />There is such a commotion outside the window, <br />sometimes to see them i let time go slow. <br />When i see them eating their food with speed, <br />all worries from my mind get discarded indeed. <br />. <br />I remember, a bird table my father had made on the terrace, <br />not here but in my home town where life is at a slow pace. <br />early morning the birds were up even when slightly dark, <br />telling all and sundry that one should get up with the lark. <br /> <br />Some of that peaceful slow life i brought with me, <br />setting it here so that i wouldn't feel homesick you see. <br />I miss the mountains, the vales and the terraces, <br />here life is hectic, not as i knew it as slow paces. <br /> <br />William H Davies lamented in his poem ' leisure', <br />which he seems to have written in pleasure. <br />'What is this life if, full of care, <br />We have no time to stand and stare'. <br /> <br />renukakkar 28.12.2010 <br />Copyright © 2011<br /><br />renu kakkar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-table-outside-my-window/
