Fatherhood Of A Wild Bird Poem by Sushil Kumar Tripathy

A nest is made
Floating over the water of pond
And Mother is keeping it nearer
Drag it where it goes
Having tiny eggs on it.

The eggs are being hatched
With the warmth of rising sun
Tiny siblings are in the nest
Fed by father bird, not the mother.

The chicks are being nurtured
Protected from rafters and prey birds
By warm wide wings
Of the father itself

The Mother bird quit male time and again
In search of new one
And create new nest
For another laying space.