The Baby Bird’s silent plea

The baby bird is looking at its mom,

with so many marvelous dreams,

are stored in its little eyes.

It seems as if it is saying—

” When will my little wings become large?

When will I fly towards heaven’s brink?

When will I take a journey in the cloud’s aeroplane?

Then all my green uncles will say goodbye to me.

When will I touch the peerless peak of pompous mountain?”

But the baby bird is so feeble, innocent and impetuous.

It thinks like a cakewalk.

Suddenly, a little voice,—“Mamma……”

Shh…….Can you hear its silent plea?

Is it heard or …..isn’t?