Sitting in the portico <br />And listening the birds songs <br />The small birds and their plays <br />Perching in the shrubs <br />Nearby tree, having full of branches <br />Relaxing myself from the stress <br />And strains of daily life. <br /> <br />The mother bird of two little ones <br />Coming with a prey <br />And then tries to feed its children <br />The mother bird looks with pride <br />The plays, eating, quarrel <br />A world of their own with love.<br /><br />Gangadharan nair Pulingat..<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mother-bird-5/
