A Certain Winter

That winter,  my homestead felt a certain warmth,
as a pair of bulbuls chose to grace it
in the small cozy nook they grabbed
in the dense overgrowth
of a neglected but a strong survivalist plant
that I planted and then forgot,
in the sunny corner of the verandah.
But I felt glad , they didn't let me forget
the plant and the sun who nurtured it,
Because as soon as they came, they got frantically on the job
of building a delicate shed for their tiny ones to come..
So vulnerable they could be, so close to a human world !
But a bird knows whom to trust !
They took me aside and sang their secret into my ear,
and I said, "God bless you my dear !"
I would then spend hours in the sultry afternoons, watching them come and go, till my heart got drunk and they stole my mundane worries to replace them with their little kind concerns
of day to day.
Between each little leaf and a twig, put neatly with love in place, they would find a little break to make love and rest,
and then once again they would be at it with zest.
There were these little lessons I learnt from them in those passing
winter days.