Idea Hatched!

A hen hatches on an idea one day And sits aboard, protective of its outcome. It waits and wriggles its ears Under a feather cap, Cocks to the left and right To hear the crunch... Rotten and broken and half Hatched they stare, the shells Lay bare open While the creative juices run scattered The colony of hens mourns for their loss. Alas!! Their ideas have gone for a toss. But this one sticks out, unruffled The idea within the bulge ripens To a week and a score almost full. Dressed in sun shades of yellow and watery white It awaits a dawn oh so bright!

My mind tree

Sun kissed leaves bathe In the morning dewdrops. They swish to the hymns Of the temple bells, Greenery chants and Springs to the season of the koel. Happy hues, the leaves cast Their shades on the pond, Murky green carpeted, covers The moss. While the spray of the dew, Leaves behind the watery pond Awash, anew. A fresh start this, Another day, yet another hope… Rooted in my mind tree.