It dropped into my life

like an answer to a ‘mannat’

from high above –

bruised, traumatized, hurt,

it lay waiting for respite.

the predator (crow) long gone,

the parent (mynah) scared and aching –

all that I could perceive

after a bloody battle

was dismay, disarray.

…………………….

Hopping into my backyard,

 knight in shining armour

cradling the frightened fledgling

in my palm

I brought him in –

inside my home and heart(h).

soothing words,

a warm nest,

I thought I had it all

to nurse a wounded creature back to life.

……………………..

Biological parent I was not

yet, for a while

maternal instinct and human pride

overtook reason,

foolishly dragging spouse and child

into the disillusioning maya called life.

we donned on roles

of doctor and nurse

forgetting

 the medicine lay elsewhere.

………………………….

Night took a stroll

while we slept soundly.

Death took a toll

and we lost a tender soul.

The little yellow beak

that had gently opened

for food lay deathly still –

the tiny body that some hours ago

had moved in rhythm

lay cold.

 ………

And I sadly wondered:

“the mynah was mine na? “

Is anything really mine…….

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41 responses »

  1. vimalaramu says:

    Can you correct my name in the reply column. An extra v has crept in I think.

  2. deepika says:

    very touching,well expressed emotions.

  3. Eva Bell says:

    Very touching poem Shail. Sometimes our goodness misfires. But look what a beautiful poem it has turned into!

  4. PremI says:

    Very well expressed.
    A sad one…But that’s what all life is about.Slowly Wisdom takes over the world of Maya.
    May the soul rest in peace.

  5. Tanuja Chatterjee says:

    Simply loved it! Beautifully chosen words! I believe, the energy of creativity arises from times when our hearts are most trodden and oppressed. It is sad but sadness is also beautiful.

  6. Beautiful writing. Very touching.

  7. sunamu says:

    Time deals us, at random, event cards like this to bait and test to know if we have ever learnt to shrug off that ‘mine’ feeling about our possessions.

    Good composition. congrats

  8. vimala madon says:

    a very sensitive and loving piece of writing…

  9. Sudha says:

    A very poignant and moving lyrical tale! Fine expression, Shail.

    Sudha

  10. Shail, you gave it your all… sometimes it’s a reminder that if we love something, it must be set free, even to beyond. It’s so hard to know what to do when nature vs. nature leaves behind a creature you must try to nurture. I’m truly sorry for your loss. Amy

    • Hi Amy,

      Thanks for your nice words. Yes, it indeed is difficult to handle such a disaster even when we humans are busy doing the same thing inspite of having insight, intelligence and the power to be sympathetic. The loss is only a reminder to be more humane and understand that everything is not in my control as I may blissfully or proudly think…

  11. Jay says:

    Lovely Shail…actually reading the poem reminded me of Sage Ramana’s ‘love’ly miracle: the ‘broken egg’ episode… probably the last line of the poem says it all:”is anything really mine?”

  12. Sheila Moore says:

    oh, shail, how sad but a great lesson you spoke of here- two actually…

    is anything really ours?
    and sometimes by “helping” because we need to fulfill our own needs, we end up doing harm – especially when the medicine is elsewhere.

    really enjoyed this. also, thank you for the reminder about maya

  13. Beyniaz says:

    So very glad that you tried to save the mynah…nice poem too, Shail.

    • Hi Beyni,

      I tried. But, as mentioned in the poem, the medicine lay elsewhere and as i told my son that we need to be happy that the little bird gave us the chance to take care of it even when it had to go….

      Thanks Beyni.

  14. vimalaramuv says:

    A very touching poem; more than that, a simply written poem which I could easily understand and vibe with.

  15. Kay Davies says:

    So sad, Shail, and it happens so often. Some little birds do survive and thrive when nursed by humans, but this one might have been so scared and traumatized, first by the crow and then by the appearance of people, that it hadn’t the strength to live.
    And more to the point, there’s no way of knowing what internal injuries may have resulted from its enounter with the predator.
    Therefore, there is no need for you to feel anything except glad that you did your best, that your motives were good, and that you tried to help a fellow being in its time of need.
    — K

    Kay, Alberta, Canada
    An Unfittie’s Guide to Adventurous Travel

    • Hello Kay,

      Yes, I agree. This is not the first time. Many a time, we were left with no chance to even nurse an animal or bird. It would be dead by then, killed by dogs or crows. So, we just get around giving them a decent burial praying for their souls.

      Thanks for your sympathetic words Kay….

  16. Teri C says:

    Just beautiful and heartfelt. Something that could only be written from experience.

  17. This is so moving and beautiful Shail it brings tears to my eyes

  18. A.Hari says:

    Very touching one Shail.

  19. Indrani Talukdar says:

    Oh no, how sad. And so moving…

  20. Thanks Shernaz. I was too moved and poetry was the only way I could express my distressing emotions.

  21. Shernaz says:

    Poignant, beautiful, heart-warming and sad.

  22. Thanks Geeta. Hope to see you back in form at this portal soon.

  23. Very touching and beautiful!

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