WOODPECKER

 

Woodpecker stroke by her beak on the wood,

Holed finely, impeccably good,

Artistic cavity nesting place ,

Would filled with warmth and cozy space,

Excavated in the tree trunk skillfully,

Diligent work done artfully,

Where she can take refuge,

When danger around become huge,

Strenous work she chose unlike other bird,

For enduring and secure nest she preffered,

Woodpecker gets exhausted, stress out,

Yet, ne'er give up, everytime stood high and fought,

Woodpecker has loved the tiny egg when it is without form,

Like mother love her foetus when it is forming in her womb,

She cares cautiously, protects and prepares,

It is mother's conscientious and profound love she shares.

Dil kumar saru