Finding its sky
Covered with shell in the nest
Kept untouched from the rest
Under the long wings
With care and caress.
She keeps an eye on each evil
Be it storm, be it stress.
In long hours of shelter 
Slowly it is time to unfold 
Once hatched, little eyes open
To see the new world.
Waiting for wings to uncurl 
The first chirp of a new soul
Finds relief in mother’s hold.
Beak to beak
Heart to heart
This is how the journey starts.
With each fluttering try 
And a spirit high 
The little bird finds its sky.
By Shubhavi Ukhalkar