Break Not My Nest

By Bindu Unnikrishnan

The autumn winds tried it too

For it couldn’t shake and tilt it loose

I made it with every thorn I picked

From the gardens where scorching sun would hit.

Weaving, mending and fixing through

I hatched my eggs while feeding through

where my birdies learnt to take their flights     

now you want that nest, out of sight?

Break all the promises if you must

the false stories that painted the pictures red

let every hope I had, vanish through

but break not my nest pleading you.

The dreams of comfort didn’t excite me

It was pouring rains that worried me

Not fancy did I make it though

Still, my nest, my shelter and my pride too.

By Bindu Unnikrishnan