When the eastern light falls on the floor,
they keep waiting for me to open the door.
No words told but a subtle deft touch -
day in, day out, they wait for me as such.
Some grains, parched rice or puffed rice,
which I spread like the throw of a dice.
Sparrows swoops down, a dozen or more,
while the pigeons came, a family of four.
Sometimes the curry branch would sway
clearing path for the squirrel's way.
Some crows cawed atop the coconut tree,
while unhinged the squirrel roamed free.
The sparrows chatter, twitter since dawn
while pigeons devour grains and move on.
The leftover food beside the drain,
often swept away due to incessant rain.
The forest lizard looks on with wild eyes,
a sudden leap takes the pigeons by surprise.
They turn, flap and flutter their wings -
this is what a sudden commotion brings.
Like an infant the squirrel wondrously gazes
the blue sky, white clouds, the suns' rays...
In the fleeting time, as all in nature ages -
They will keep coming as the bond bridges...
PRASENJIT©2025
