This is a refreshed memory of a visit by a drenched little creature in the monsoon season, few years ago. And a recent motivational article that has inspired me to pen those thoughts in its sweet remembrance.
One fine morning, a rainy day;
An unexpected guest passed-by to stay.
As a visitor she came along my way,
As I bent to hold her, she flew away.
Not too far, just a few feet away.
This made me think that she may
Have been sick in some-way.
Inside I drew her, in a careful grip
And made her feed on a thermocol crib;
But she looked unseemingly around the nest of brick –
Must’ve thought it to be some kind of a trick.
On day one, she was unbecoming
And would drink or eat nothing.
So a watchful eye, I maintained;
But the lonesome bird , totally abstained.
So away, I decided to move her;
And not the little thing hover.
A jute-basket , thus laid as cover
For warmth in the wet weather.
The following morning, as I peeped into the basket,
Delighted was I to see through the casket;
Sweet bird seemed to look at ease,
Her fear of being in-house began to cease.
The third day was brighter;
There was improvement in her matter.
The lovely bird looked better and warmer;
And for the householder, she became a birdie-charmer.
The next day awoke my pleasure;
The sun shone its rays on my treasure.
Throughout the sunny day, she was at leisure;
And at night-fall, drowsy became the little creature.
For a few days now, she would sumptuously eat
Of the granules-a-la-meal, as a treat.
Stylishly drinking its fill, sip-by-sip.
My friend would now allow me to dry its lip.
We began to draw too close,
As a beautiful relation began to arose;
A friend I had o’er a book to browse,
What a pleasant visitor was in my house!
Early sixth morning, she came by and loud
On the window sill, she said,” I long for the cloud,”
Without much delay, I pushed the door abroad
With the thought that she was real, true and still didn’t abscond.
Chirpingly, she flew to her abode;
Bidding farewell in her language code.
My heart did adapt to the bird, I adored;
Suddenly, felt emptiness to its core.
Blue-bird…Love-bird please visit again;
O’er my heart reign once again.
Those moments of joy would I gain;
Still, longing for you when it begins to rain.