A nestling slowly peeped from its nest
I started staring it leaving the rest
I was exhilarated by its little look;
keeping aside my boring bulky book.
 
It seemed to be questing for someone
It should be for its own mother.
I went deep into my thoughts;
 
"For the quail,
 
No worry and nothing to feel sorry
No sorrows and no grief;
Being snugged by the quill of its mother
What's there in the world to bother ??
 
And.... "
 
I continued to think on and on...
 
But soon I was disturbed by a shooting sound
Followed by the wailing of the mother bird
 
Alas !!
 
The little one trembled with fear - And
My eyes were filled with tears- Atlast
I realized the meaning of "Life" - For
None the life is so ease - I understood
 
Every creature has its own sorrows - And
I silently wet my pillow !!!