Where have they gone – the birds of the courtyard –
that chirped ceaselessly, before a sharp sound or those chattering monkeys
set them aflutter?
Do you remember how they descended
from their glorious aerial abode
to the courtyard,
in warm gratitude for the host,
delightfully picking at the seeds strewn on winter mornings –
a party of murmuring migrators,
eagerly about their business..?
I wonder where they’ve been…
Did you ever notice
how despite their squeaks and chirpy frolickings,
they seemed to endow upon this little world of ours, a sense of,
tranquility – a moment of pristine peace
in this perplexed, polluted plain,
choking, crying –
a mere museum of its former glory,
confined to memory, and art
and stories – do you remember?
perhaps they just flew away, for dear life,
for it’s been over a year now and no sign
of the birds of our courtyard…
perhaps they just flew away,
for dear life…
don’t you think?
© Isha Garg
Doodle by Isha Garg