Rested awhile against the sturdy trunk of the old banyan,
I closed my dreary eyes for a second to fall asleep,
A falling leaf from the branch above, woke me up,
Shockingly as I got up to look around and stood on my feet.
The little birdie on the highest branch laughed aloud
In her jubilant mischievous tone ,she sang
“Oh! Look how fears a man strong, in broad daylight
from a gush of wind,
a fallen leaf shocks his senses ,he who can shake the
“What use the power and the vigour,
that is afraid of minute things
The heart inside trembles and shivers
on every instantaneous scene.”
“I ,the little birdie ,sit here and say,
When my nest gets wrecked in every storm and rampage,
yet I build the straw house ..
with patience and smile…
what makes the powerful man
then sit like a loser and moan in pain
…while he lost few pounds by chance…
And still has ahead the whole lifetime”.
When my tiny birdies,who are just hatched
Sometimes slip and fall from the nest
their determination and courage makes them fly
to a safer place to be in peace….
“Why,Alas! The tired human sits like a loser under the tree
He has got strength, brain and power to
use and rebuild …
What for he cries and what for he screams,
He is his own creator,
He ,who can build his own destiny.”