On a grassy land,

Decorated with a few grains,

Stood two birds,

One of them ruling the grains,

While the other,

Just a hungry spectator.

Frail and delicate was she,

Yearning to conquer the grain.

Suddenly came another one with a blow.

Flew both of them,

Frightened with the fury of the third one’s entry.

Queried the first one to the innocent,

Look unhappy?

Replied she, “hungry, I am”,

Are you not?

I have had my share!

You missed it friend,

You did miss it,

Flew the contented one,

Allowing her to know her blunder.

Shivangi Mishra, X B, Kendriya Vidyalaya, New Delhi