A mother’s love

The waters of the lake,

Glistening under the mid-morning sun,

Still, and not running so deep,

Bordering the fringe, the greens ever so thick,

Barely any light emanating amongst the foliage,

Lying half immersed, as lifeless as the rock beside it,

The one armed crocodile,

Bidding its time for a catch or two,

Kept me wondering, an arm lost:

Could it be?

Space domination, hunger pangs, vying for a partner ,

Protecting its young one or merely something else?

As the boat moved further,

With the boatman goading us to ,

Enjoy the sights of egrets, cormorants, storks,

And yet other migratory birds,

A sight so warm and deep,

And yet taken for granted,

Of a mother painted stork,

A beauty by herself,

With colourful wings

Of pink, black, yellow, white,

Resolving a fight amongst her kids,

Trying to be impartial and teaching ,

Lessons of sharing and brotherhood,

Caught she a fish,

And threw it in the air for the two to catch,

The quicker one holding the meal in his beak,

While the younger of the two, praying the mother,

To show mercy,

And let him partake his share of the feed,

Shooed she the outsiders, who decided to make a quick meal,

Of the battle between the brothers that ensued,

While we onlookers,

Waited with bated breath to know the outcome,

She took her time to intervene,

Waiting patiently for the fight to be resolved,

She couldn’t allow one to be fed,

And the other to be heart-broken,

Such is life, wondered she,

While the strongest wins, initially,

Life rewards,

The virtue of perseverance.

The hungrier one would learn to fish,

The sooner of two,

And that’s how I learnt my lesson,

As a chick,

Whilst my siblings were stronger, I learnt life’s lessons quicker.

P.S :- Drew my inspiration from the mesmerising visuals from the trip taken to Ranganathittu Bird Sanctuary, Mysore, Karnataka, India.

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  1. It is such a picturesque description. I am reminded of a cat mother in my house training her little ones, and punishing misbehavior with a slap (I found that slap on the face a cuter version of what humans do). Maybe that is how their young ones become independent soon. Humans have lessons to learn….

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