Birdie O dear birdie!

                                       Birdie O dear birdie!

Cloudless sky,boundless ocean,
Brimming waters in a grim summer,
With roads hollow and lands laid fallow,

People all in haste,with no winds in good taste,

Came a little birdie in search of a shade.

Little did she know her wings to be clipped by a spade..

Trapped in a tall structure with no nurture for 

the poor little creature,

Out she came in search of a shade,

Little did she know her wings to be clipped by a spade..

With houses looming large and big cars strewn up in garage,

With no mercy for the little birdie;

For once she trapped cannot come back,

With glasses sheen and windows clean,

Trapped is the way for a little being.

With no gleam in her eyes,

She cries for her rescue nice,

She looked large, out of the fine glass,

The limitless sky is for what she only wry,

And her only rescue went futile,

Out and out she sang a song of lament,

With the claimants caring only for their older parent,

No one could hear the wonderful song;

She ought to be saved, before it turns too late..

But finally she tries and could escape into 

the limitless sky.

But who are we to care,

For it is only our woes we share,

Little birdie can no longer be glared,

As above she went never to come back again,

And the tall structure laid harmless,

Standing with full delight,

but not for once to hear the birdie's plight!!

- Shivani Priyam

The Dog Ways

                   The Dog Ways

Curvy streets, shanty lanes,

Green trees and the freezing breeze,

Houses wreck at a sudden stretch,

Hills atop but doors never knocked,

Was a place far-far away.

Sounds of rustling leaves,

But no bustling streets;

Once a place so unoccupied,

Seems like a deserted hut,

With roads rarely trot by,

Sounds of howling dogs heard nearby.

With a pale skin and an empty stomach,

Hunger gleaming in the eyes,

Is there no one to hear the dog cries?

Laying astray all day, avenging death,

The dogs are to be pitied upon,

As there is no one for them to care on.

The rich settled in big bungalows,

Are never to hear their cries,

For food available in plenty and for them to survive,

Why would they ever wry?

Somebody passing by, dropped a bit of bread,

And there ran the hungry dogs,

Quarreling for a piece,

Thus tittering all small bits.

Perhaps they have not got a word to speak,

But they too have an air to breathe.

So should we not even once,

Have a look and serve these poor creatures?

For objects found to be abound,

And money enough to be spent,

A bit will not cost you much,

To care for these creatures as such,

and it is finally for we to judge!

- Shivani Priyam