Evolution : A Squirrel- I

A birth

Of Nimble- agile creature

besides the scant space

of my window pane

 

Preceding it,

Sewing of home

by parents- squirrel

with melange of

coarse cotton

picked directly from

cotton boll in field

And

some straw and whit

for base, from tree

appearing like a lump

not beautiful at all

But

There must be a lovely

cozy place inside

I failed looking into

I ardently wished to peep in

their rooms, kitchen too

how tastefully decorated

they are, but i miserably couldn’t

 

Day after day

increment in size of lump

so in my curiosity

I observed

‘Bacche bade ho rhe hai”

I exclaimed with joy!

 

The stirring of the lump

when they play, the game

which only they claim

and their luscious voices

I don’t know whether of

fighting or happiness

albeit equally soothing

 

Sometimes,

Due to thrill of the game

they cross their boundrys

fixed by their parents

But the universal fact is

Children are ought to break

and come out to breath

in fresh air and see the

world- incredulously

 

Alas! One day

Bustle vanished in lump

neither kits nor their

voices, i noted

All have left home

collectively, why?

May be

Children became adult

in that meagre space

Or, they feared us, humans

Or, they went for their

training session somewhere

by parents coach- hopefully

 

Will they return?

I am not sure

The safaiwallah bhaiya cleared

the lump, i also didn’t object

for i lost my hope

as their home turned into

wilderness, in their absence

I fear, miss, remember

those days, when we used

to sleep, eat, sing togethar

now hoping for their return – Sooner!!!

…….to be continued

– Shashank Shekhar