Time comes when there comes so much time and so much silence
Silence has key to many treasures; wtitten-unwritten, spoken-unspoken
How an empty nest look? In waiting or abandoned?!
A beggar stands below flyover, once there were only trees where he used to rest
No more his nest, nor safe
An uneasy sight for police and people, who are new to this place
Once only him and his empty bowl with an empty mind was there…
Looks defy and so the inner chapter across!
Watch, measure and learn the depth…
A short story once told, has its continuation, after sometime, unexpectedly
Same way rainforest of yesterday changing to developments of today..
What beggar could do? He belongs to this land, this place!
Do not shoo, see the littleness of life,
It is just a matter of time, he will have the last laugh…
An Empty nest