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    Brooding over my brooding abilities as a single parent! 1Am! Gazing into the starless night Over this city of high rise, I sit and brood Doubts cloud my mind Hazy smog expands skywards Like an alley cat stretching its back Its feline shadow shrouding the landscape Can I make it work? Brooding over my brooding capabilities Of caring for my young ones It is dark Can’t scan the horizon, yet If at all there is one! It is blurred, smudged! Yet a pattern must emerge! 3 Am! The shrill calls of the Lapwing, Shatters the silence of the sleeping hour Warding off nocturnal intruders From its lowly hearth Darting, swooping, the brave stupid bird Throws caution to wind When it comes to protecting its brood The Lapwing can flap its wings well enough Yet it offers itself as bait to lure predators away from its brood. Why does it not choose a higher perch to nurture its young ones? Instead it guards fiercely What it endangers by choice. The lapwing is one pesky bird, Its cries for help, drew the attention of Lord Krishna in the legend of Mahabharata. Blessed by the Lord at Kurukshetra The brood survived the calamitous war A giant elephant bell was cast as a spell by the Lord And while heroes and villains fell The Lapwing and her brood were protected by the Lord 5Am! The shrill call of the brain fever bird pierces the darkness. Its sharp calls ring out like conch shells Ushering in the dawn and the battles to be won. Brood parasite, Papihara in folklore The Brain fever bird is the cuckoo’s distant cousin In song and brooding habits Courtship comes easy When you leave your progeny To foster care Or is it a lament that I sense In the plaintive song Of the Brain fever bird 6Am! The sun is up! Warming the earth Why is it still cold at my hearth? Time to stop brooding And learn from the birds The fledglings are young There is a nip in the air Despite the rising sun Twigs to gather and make a hearth Provide warmth, shelter and love Little time for courtship or song The loneliness can wait, the winter won’t! Enough brooding, now to work on brooding A shelter for my young ones A sojourn for the nomad to perch Till I spread my wings and Soar Beyond this limits of manmade horizons Shyam

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    Brooding over my brooding abilities as a single parent! 1Am! Gazing into the starless night Over this city of high rise, I sit and brood Doubts cloud my mind Hazy smog expands skywards Like an alley cat stretching its back Its feline shadow shrouding the landscape Can I make it work? Brooding over my brooding capabilities Of caring for my young ones It is dark Can’t scan the horizon, yet If at all there is one! It is blurred, smudged! Yet a pattern must emerge! 3 Am! The shrill calls of the Lapwing, Shatters the silence of the sleeping hour Warding off nocturnal intruders From its lowly hearth Darting, swooping, the brave stupid bird Throws caution to wind When it comes to protecting its brood The Lapwing can flap its wings well enough Yet it offers itself as bait to lure predators away from its brood. Why does it not choose a higher perch to nurture its young ones? Instead it guards fiercely What it endangers by choice. The lapwing is one pesky bird, Its cries for help, drew the attention of Lord Krishna in the legend of Mahabharata. Blessed by the Lord at Kurukshetra The brood survived the calamitous war A giant elephant bell was cast as a spell by the Lord And while heroes and villains fell The Lapwing and her brood were protected by the Lord 5Am! The shrill call of the brain fever bird pierces the darkness. Its sharp calls ring out like conch shells Ushering in the dawn and the battles to be won. Brood parasite, Papihara in folklore The Brain fever bird is the cuckoo’s distant cousin In song and brooding habits Courtship comes easy When you leave your progeny To foster care Or is it a lament that I sense In the plaintive song Of the Brain fever bird 6Am! The sun is up! Warming the earth Why is it still cold at my hearth? Time to stop brooding And learn from the birds The fledglings are young There is a nip in the air Despite the rising sun Twigs to gather and make a hearth Provide warmth, shelter and love Little time for courtship or song The loneliness can wait, the winter won’t! Enough brooding, now to work on brooding A shelter for my young ones A sojourn for the nomad to perch Till I spread my wings and Soar Beyond this limits of manmade horizons Shyam

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    Brooding

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    Shyam Adrift
    Brooding over my brooding abilities as a single parent! 1Am! Gazing into the starless night Over this city of high rise, I sit and brood Doubts cloud my mind Hazy smog expands skywards Like an alley cat stretching its back Its feline shadow shrouding the landscape Can I make it work? Brooding over my brooding capabilities Of caring for my young ones It is dark Can’t scan the horizon, yet If at all there is one! It is blurred, smudged! Yet a pattern must emerge! 3 Am! The shrill calls of the Lapwing, Shatters the silence of the sleeping hour Warding off nocturnal intruders From its lowly hearth Darting, swooping, the brave stupid bird Throws caution to wind When it comes to protecting its brood The Lapwing can flap its wings well enough Yet it offers itself as bait to lure predators away from its brood. Why does it not choose a higher perch to nurture its young ones? Instead it guards fiercely What it endangers by choice. The lapwing is one pesky bird, Its cries for help, drew the attention of Lord Krishna in the legend of Mahabharata. Blessed by the Lord at Kurukshetra The brood survived the calamitous war A giant elephant bell was cast as a spell by the Lord And while heroes and villains fell The Lapwing and her brood were protected by the Lord 5Am! The shrill call of the brain fever bird pierces the darkness. Its sharp calls ring out like conch shells Ushering in the dawn and the battles to be won. Brood parasite, Papihara in folklore The Brain fever bird is the cuckoo’s distant cousin In song and brooding habits Courtship comes easy When you leave your progeny To foster care Or is it a lament that I sense In the plaintive song Of the Brain fever bird 6Am! The sun is up! Warming the earth Why is it still cold at my hearth? Time to stop brooding And learn from the birds The fledglings are young There is a nip in the air Despite the rising sun Twigs to gather and make a hearth Provide warmth, shelter and love Little time for courtship or song The loneliness can wait, the winter won’t! Enough brooding, now to work on brooding A shelter for my young ones A sojourn for the nomad to perch Till I spread my wings and Soar Beyond this limits of manmade horizons Shyam

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    Brooding

    1Am! Gazing into the starless night


    Over this city of high rise, I sit and brood

    Doubts cloud my mind


    Hazy smog expands skywards
    Like an alley cat stretching its back
    Its feline shadow shrouding the landscape

    Can I make it work?


    Brooding over my brooding capabilities
    Of caring for my young ones

    It is dark
    Can’t scan the horizon, yet
    If at all there is one!
    It is blurred, smudged!
    Yet a pattern must emerge!

    3 Am! The shrill calls of the Lapwing,


    Shatters the silence of the sleeping hour

    Warding off nocturnal intruders


    From its lowly hearth
    Darting, swooping, the brave stupid bird
    Throws caution to wind
    When it comes to protecting its brood

    The Lapwing can flap its wings well enough


    Yet it offers itself as bait
    to lure predators away from its brood.
    Why does it not choose a higher perch
    to nurture its young ones?
    Instead it guards fiercely
    What it endangers by choice.

    The lapwing is one pesky bird,


    Its cries for help, drew the attention of Lord Krishna
    in the legend of Mahabharata.
    Blessed by the Lord at Kurukshetra
    The brood survived the calamitous war
    A giant elephant bell was cast as a spell by the Lord
    And while heroes and villains fell
    The Lapwing and her brood were protected by the Lord

    5Am! The shrill call of the brain fever bird


    pierces the darkness.
    Its sharp calls ring out like conch shells
    Ushering in the dawn and the battles to be won.

    Brood parasite, Papihara in folklore


    The Brain fever bird is the cuckoo’s distant cousin
    In song and brooding habits

    Courtship comes easy


    When you leave your progeny
    To foster care
    Or is it a lament that I sense
    In the plaintive song
    Of the Brain fever bird

    6Am! The sun is up!


    Warming the earth
    Why is it still cold at my hearth?

    Time to stop brooding


    And learn from the birds
    The fledglings are young
    There is a nip in the air
    Despite the rising sun

    Twigs to gather and make a hearth


    Provide warmth, shelter and love

    Little time for courtship or song


    The loneliness can wait, the winter won’t!

    Enough brooding, now to work on brooding Aping the birds at Bharatpur Bird
    Sanctuary
    A shelter for my young ones
    All Photographs by Akhil Srivastav
    A sojourn for the nomad to perch
    Till I spread my wings and Soar
    Beyond this limits of manmade horizons

    Shyam

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