Sipping tea in my balcony, I saw some straws,
Wondered if the wind blew too strongly and made this jigsaw…
Then I noticed the culprit who created this mess –
It was a pigeon trying to make a nest.
I hushed that creeper instantly,
because when it comes to cleanliness, I get too finicky.
I swept away the straws and hay,
But the pigeon just won’t agree to my dismay,
For I had to clean up the twigs everyday.
One, two, three and four,
Fifth day I saw much more.
The pigeon wasn’t alone,
The male one with twigs in beak has just flown,
The female stopped designing her nest,
Fearing that I would protest.
Touched I was to see their determination,
So assisted them to make their mansion,
With cardboard and some bricks,
Little creatures taught me the mantra in a nick-
Don’t give up and never lose hope,
Keep on trying, there’s always a scope.
