We destroyed our birds' dreams yesterday
As thermocole had whitely sealed their fate
While I sat here with guilt gnawing inside
An intense heart beating with love for birds.
I later heard their landing on internet wire
To see their fate sealed by thermocole stuff.
I imagined the bird script running as under :
Look, the air-conditioning unit in the balcony
Is blocked on all sides by strange white stuff.
Yes ,we cannot now make this season's nests.
They have sealed our future and of our chicks. Our human reply ran as under, in English:
It is now summer and I have to use the A.C.
And sit here all day without guilt of killing
Innocent birds in the heat of the A.C. blower
Better to seal off the unit with thermocole. There was no human reply to bird's riposte.
Ha,Ha,your guilt is more about killing birds
And less about maintaining their genetics.
If you felt that guilty,could you not spend
This summer without the racket of the A.C?
Hadn't the old poet asked you to tread softly
Because you were treading on our dreams?