Farheena S. Rehman
Last August
The bulbul family left
When the fledglings took flight
The nest still await
Their return
Hanging on with every straw
This June
I hear the birds’ whistle again
Amid the tangled boughs
And feel happy for the
Abandoned nest;
It may soon become a home,
Again
But mother says
It’s not the bulbuls’ call
But baby mynahs’ encores
Looking for a shore
However, for someone like me
Who couldn’t tell the
Difference between
Lata Mangeshkar and Suman Kalyanpur
When listening to the oldies
On Vivid Bharti
Many summers ago,
I hope against hope…
Memories these days
Throw empty houses
Whose occupants left
Unannounced
Giving trespassers a freeway
Like cuckoos perching
On the walls