Swallows flying high,
Up above in the sky;
Swooshing through the mountains,
Diving in the valley deep;
To catch insects swarming in the air,
with a velocity steep.
Agile and alert are your actions,
Random turn sometimes;
I couldn’t follow your flying course,
Lost track many times!!!
Off you fly from your cozy nest,
Into the trees surround;
Next moment you are out of sight,
Flying somewhere around.
People believe you bring good luck,
To the place you breed;
Little nests, along the concrete wall and ceiling,
Artist or an architect, from where you learn these skills?
Laying eggs, nursing babies,
care and protection you provide;
You ward away many predators,
Chasing them away, until they hide.
Yesterday, I saw you alongwith your babies,
You were teaching them how to fly;
To survive, to struggle and persevere,
Till they are ready to soar up high in the sky.
The rapid urbanisation sufficing human selfishness,
has snatched away your home;
And forced you to make your nest in the artificial biome.
But you are adapting to the ecological changes,
I doubt whether we humans will be;
Swallows flying high up in the sky,
Next season will you come to visit us
or may be?
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(Images were clicked using Canon EOS 5DS R, from a safe distance without intimidating the birds)