There be on the tree top
lovely eggs laid high up
hidden from the monkeys
wrapped in straw with ties
ready to come out from the shell
with the mother sitting over them without a tell
pushing on warmth over by radiation
sending in an affectionate instruction
perhaps a tete a tete with the eggs
that would anytime sprout with a gig
the mother being careful and indulgent
wanting to see her little ones in diligence
the moment being eagerly awaited
being a birth of the 
new one highly rated
bringing in eternal bliss all around
specially to the mother in the round.
Meenas Poems 