Chirping as usual,
In their own little world,
These two legged birdies
Never had a moment that was dull.
A nest so beautiful,
Was secure admist the mighty rocks,
On the foothills
Of the snowclad Himalayas.
There lay in the cozy nest
Four tiny, white eggs,
Just eager to crack open,
To the widening horizon.
The little birdies flew out
Day in and day out,
And brought back food
Enough to sail the cold.
The birdies didn’t realize,
The dangers to their abode.
They kept flying and flying
In search of food for surviving.
Alas, the danger struck,
As the nature turned beserk,
And toppled all trees and rocks,
With the whirlwind in its locks.
The birdies sensed the trouble,
The shrill voices became a treble.
Their four tiny eggs
Shivered in their nests.
Then happened the miracle,
Something that’s still unanswerable,
No one knew how it happened,
For a layman, it’s still a puzzle.
The mighty Himalayan rocks,
Moved bit  by bit
And covered the nest
Securing the lives in it.
Did the birdies’ cries,
Manage to melt the rocks?
Probably the answer is with
The Himalayas and the birdies.