Chirping Birds !

As evening arrives, undressing the day-
And the shadow of the sun only reduces us to dots
I point toward an oak tree and ask Baba-
‘Tell me Baba-
Why those birds ceaselessly chirp and chirp and chirp
Before it gets dark, and
Before they start flying back to their nests?’
Baba takes a pause
Then smiles, and says,
‘Basically, they show their little excitements about the passing day’.
I ask- ‘what else’?
He says:
‘Or actually, they talk of the days ahead’
I ask- ‘what else Baba’?
His voice becomes instructive
‘My son- they are asking us if we don’t have our nests?'.
‘Let’s fly homeward to our nests, my son
It is getting dark now’.

Farid Gul, London, January 14th 2012