The merry chirping of the birds
The tooweets, the caw caw, the tweet,
A variety of soulful singing
Reduces the emptiness within.
Live! Live! Live!
The birds seem to say
Stop the moping and pining
There’s a reason you must stay.
It’s not for you to know
The reason why you’re here
Your job is not to survive
But to live every minute well.
Why am I here
We birds don’t ask
Neither does the tree, or shrub
Nor the trampled upon grass.
There is a reason why we’re here
We don’t have to know why
The Supreme in its Intelligence
Didn’t leave the canvas white.
We arrived without our knowing
We will leave when it is time
Just like the roving sun
And the changing tides.
In the vastness of the universe
Remember, ‘A mere speck am I’
Like the millions of sand grains
And the vapour in the sky.
Why fret to join the dots
And ponder over why
‘coz no matter what we do
It won’t throw any light.
Life will go on, as it does
Taking change alongside
We’ll suddenly find things different
In the blinking of an eye.
That is all it takes
A micro millisecond
To replace a night with day
And a day with a night.
Every tender leaf
Will one day crumple and go dry
Watching as it falls
A bud opening its eyes.
Sad should the brown leaf be
Or rejoice at the sight
Of the earth where it came from
In whose lap it would now hide.
Chirp I can so I must
Fly because I can
Play the role I’m meant to
Simply giving it my best.
So let’s chirp away our worries
As we soar into the sky
We haven’t been given a life
To just waste wondering why.
- Rukma Sadekar
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