All birds fly
Never to retreat; but to soar very high.
Collecting twigs, designing a nest,
When the nestlings are born,
They give them their best.
The slimy coy fish in the bottomless ocean beneath,
Gulping doses of salty briny water to breathe underneath.
You may satisfy your palate and cut it to a quarter,
They are so tiny, yet their lives do matter.
Hiding in the ebb, swimming for life
They can be pounced on anytime,
Knowing, for their lives they strive!
The fiercely loyal dogs that bark at night,
Also have to accomplish their task with all their might.
Their voice is a creation,
To numb a thief's temptation.
An erratic passer by pelts a stone or kicks it hard
Yet, with steadfast fidelity, it remains vigilant, on guard.
Insects, all big and small,
Struggling hard, perhaps, to escape a torrential rainfall;
Their world shrouded in mystery and toil,
Unheeded, sometimes trampled under the soil.
Our mother nature... the most splendid of all creations,
Is truly worth an applause and much appreciation.
The solace and satisfaction and the warmth in her laps,
Removes all insecurities and bridges all gaps.
She endures the vagaries yet stands tall...
There is always an unfailing spirit to fight with no withdrawal.
The human world is so very different,
They can walk and talk and think, and still be so indifferent.
Our lives so full, yet so vacant; amidst the hustle and bustle,
We neither have time nor the tranquil to hear the falling leaves rustle.
Indulged so much into figuring out things,
That we forget to savour the luxuriant and winsome springs.
Busy with our endless and corrosive schedule;
Alas! How the humans always pretend to "be cool !!"
Our minds overly racked with duties and deadlines,
There is always a hidden urge and desire to outshine.
BE A FIGHTER OR BE A WINNER;
BUT REMEMBER... NEVER TO BE A SINNER!
~~Mihika Rohatgi @_myheartwrites_