“Buildings, buildings everywhere but not even a nest to live”, the birds seemed to shout in their own sing-song voice. Oh bird, I do sympathise with you guys for the loss of your age-old properties spread all over the world but, as I look around the lovely park, the man-made buildings and your shelters are vying with one another to live and let live! We people love and respect you and enjoy your presence in large numbers. At times, we feel humbled as you ‘people’ fly hither and thither singing your favourite songs!
Anyway, I enjoy your presence in large numbers mainl because of your ability to move faster than us and your courage to face any situation.
While I was walking slowly along the narrow road, what resisted my temptation to have a look at those small gardens around the buildings was, undoubtedly the birds and the enchanting trees which sheltered them and of course the serene atmosphere. Several poems, good and old crossed my mind and the one I feel like repeating right now is, “I wandered lonely as a cloud that float on high over vales and hills, when all at once I saw a crowd, a host of golden daffodils…”