Chocolate brown, black and white with spots;
that little red crown and velvety body,
how they adored the trio,
the trio, that laid eggs for the family.
The chicks ran all around the premises
Picked the vegetable leaves and pulled out flowers from the pot
Papa ran after and said, “Spare my garden”
fed them cereals and all that he could, to save his garden.
Mamma caressed and put them under shade,
when they came for laying eggs.
Kids played and picked them up
and chicks would sit calm for them to play.
Nothing significant, mundane scenes of life
One night, the black one didn’t return to the shelter.
Everybody searched and waited for the hen to return.
Silence brooded, was the pet so precious?
Night passed in restlessness, they knew it would not return,
for nights are dark and full of predators.
A hen is nothing, anyone, anything can eat and leave the waste.
Still foolish prayers were offered and waited with hope.
The night passed and early morning rays came.
Everyone waked with a knock at the door.
A man, “your hen is on top of the tree at my place.”
Tears rolled down, how foolish!
very insignificant, mundane scenes from life.
But something got imprinted in those hearts,
Life is precious, Love is magical and Prayers powerful,
Beyond your prejudices.