Nothing in this world is completely frail. Not even those fragile twigs which make up a strong bird’s nest! They are frail but strong…
One of the twigs so lifeless and still,
Amidst the grass, empty patches I fill .
Fragile and brown, I lie on the ground,
I hide from the world not wanting to be found.
Whiling my time under the blazing sun,
I get scorched and burnt – is there no place to run?
Day after day I just sit in this mess,
Day after day feeling low, worthless.
One fine morning I look up high,
Only to witness a chaos in the sky.
A flock of birds flying low and high,
Resting on the ground now and then, stopping by.
All of a sudden I am grabbed in a beak,
Am I about to see something unique?
The bird perches me on a tree up high,
This sudden adventure makes me feel wry.
The pieces of the puzzle now fall into place,
As more twigs like me fill the space.
And now I realize what I do the best,
I make a strong part of a cozy nest!
Now the bird lives in this little abode,
As I, a frail twig, share it’s load.
Now my thoughts of worthlessness feel so wrong,
Because I may be Frail, but still, I am strong!