Waiting In Empty Nest
“The birds fly away from their nurturing nest,
find their own skies to soar”
– Quote by Poet
I built the nest for them
where we could stay together
for as long as the sun rose for me.
Kept it warm with my embrace
in the winter days of frost and cold.
No sweeping storm of strife
could ever blow it away.
I cuddled them with care and love
in the secure fold of my tender wings.
They grew up deftly nurtured
in the cradle of love and attention.
Learned how to face life
in their chosen way.
As a parent the process of growth
I could affably share with them,
but the ephemeral delight lasted for a while,
until one day they all flew away.
The cherished network of bond turned
into frail strands of memory,
entwined with the fond feathers they left,
I fondle with pining sigh.
My residual time I spend with me in the empty nest,
clutching the pallid tapestry of longing.
To see their fading faces in its motif,
I try all the time.
A lone traveler at the edge of twilight zone,
I walk the last mile
toward the obscurity horizon,
waiting to disappear someday.
In the convoluted reflection of hope,
demolished in the debris of dream,
I wish my image remains indelible
in their hearts wherever they are.
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2025
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