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A GIFT FOR EVERYONE 
ESPECIALLY 
FOR  CHILDREN
 


The Mulberry Tree & its Birds


IMPORTANT NOTE:
Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL :

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5dpe5_GRKE





One day 
When Bulbul* was warbling 
On its branches 
A strange big bird with round beak 
Came over there 
To eat Mulberry’s sweet fruits
The bird was expert 
In changing its colors
Like the colorful sky
But like some arrogant child
She could not make anyone
It’s friend on the Mulberry tree.

By the time 
Anyone could have spotted its beauty
It suddenly changed its colors
And became invisible,  
Before others
While hiding behind the leafs 
And the branches of the Mulberry
Alone the bird came over there
And alone she flew away
Without any friend 
For some other tree. 10

Suddenly, 
The sparrows began to chirp
Watching a Koyal* sitting 
Somewhere very close to them
On a nearby branch of a tree.
But, strangely, for all of them
A Neelkanth* also 
Came over there
And opened before them  
Its beautiful blue color wings.

From where the Neelkanth  came 
And for what destination, 
It would leave no one knows.
  
Before the eyes  
Could have feasted fully 
All that,  beauties of the Birds  
And  the beauty, 
All around,  the Mulberry tree
A Yellow Green bird 
Came to drink, 
Water filled in a Pot 
Which was lying on my terrace,  
Not very far off 
From the Mulberry tree. 11

In those moments
It seemed to me, 
As if, someone has opened
A treasure 
Of precious, colorful birds  
For the tree.  12

The Shahtoot*, 
Used to play often
The Music 
Of flapping sound,  
Of its leafs
Whenever, the wind blows 
With, its strengths, 
While, touching the leafs
And shaking its branches 
While saying slowly 
In the ears of the Mulberry
“Dear Shahtoot –
Create Music in the air”
So that, we may dance together
On the tunes of the wind. 13

And then the Mulberry
Began to show  
Its beautiful dance 
On the tunes 
Of the fast blowing winds
And watching that dancing beauty 
Of the Mulberry tree
And the beauty 
Of its dancing leafs,
The birds 
Often used to get filled 
With an unknown 
Happiness and joy 
But, sometimes 
The dance of the Mulberry tree
Causes fear in birds
And then they began to make 
Loud noises like crying
To show their fear and anger. 14

But, when they were happy
The birds began, to chirp loudly 
As if,  
They were greeting, the Mulberry
For such a wonderful dance 
and music. 15

I used to get astonished and lost 
To see,
Such an excellent beauty 
And grandeur of Nature
Which, always reminds me 
My relations with you, 
O’ Shahtoot, which is as old, 
As are the days, of my childhood
When we used to play 
Kilkil Kaantaa* 
On the lower branches, of your tree
And my childhood friends 
Used to come like birds 
Searching the chalk lines 
Made by me, on your branches
And cutting them 
To tell that they have found 
The treasure, hidden by me. 16

But, I always feel sad 
O’ my dear friend, Shahtoot 
That I could not save you 
From those onslaughts
Due to which 
You just vanished,  
Suddenly one day
For ever and forever. 17

Now, that place
Where, the Mulberry used to smile
Every Morning and every day 
Hardly get any birds
To listen to, the melodies of Koyal* 
And the chirping sound 
And music of 
Bulbul* and of the sparrows.

Even our, kids and children
Of today 
Hardly get, any opportunity 
To see now colorful birds 
Flying and sitting 
On a branch of tree.

They almost never see
The Neelkanth* flying in the air 
While showing, it’s gorgeous 
Beautiful blue wings
To tell the story of its birth
O’ my dear friend 
Shahtoot*. 18

But, perhaps 
This Poem on you,
O’ my friend ‘Shahtoot’
Would make you immortal 
For ever
Because, now you would live 
In the hearts of everyone 
And you would bloom 
On the mind and hearts
Of little kids and children 
Who would plant more and more
Mulberry trees 
So that colorful birds may 
Keep coming on their trees 
And they may enjoy 
The beauty of Nature which lies 
In Plants, Trees, Birds 
And Animals. 

Such efforts of the 
Of kids and children
Would make you immortal 
For ever and forever
When they would listen to 
This story of yours 
And of the singing birds
Which always come 
On your trees
In the season of Mulberry. 19

Ravindra 

Kanpur India 10th November 2013

NOTE: Protected under the copyright
provisions of Poetry Soup and US copyrights.

*Bulbul=A sweet singing Bird of India

*Koyal= A melody Bird of India

Shahtoot= The Hindi name of Mulberry tree and its fruits

*Kilkil Kaantaa= Kilkil Kaantaa* A child game of India in which,one player makes some lines by chalk on any such object which can be searched by the other player to cut these lines and win.
   


Note:

In this Poem I have not placed only a small part of this unique story which would be  the real attractions of my Video based on this unique story.Hope you would like that full  wonderful story of my Video as and when it would be placed on my You Tube Channel. Love and best wishes..Ravindra K Kapoor
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