Waking up...with songs...

'alas...
i am no ornithologist...'
he thought
Hearing a particular call of a bird
From somewhere
Staying in her nest
Calling incessant...
A bird
And her call...
he standing still
Just outside
Of his home...
By the road...
Geared up for another beautiful day...
Tried to decipher
Simply by comparing
Tweets and chirps
he had heard
And stored in his random memory space...

'it is almost the same
i heard yesterday...
when i rose
To feel the storm...
And leaves blown...
From trees last morn...
but this call is different...
It is quicker...
Sharper...
And...
As if carrying a call...
A wake up call?'
he tried...
An analyst's mind...

And he prayed...

'Salim Ali...
If You are there...
Help her...
Help her with Your wise ears...
And
Help me...'

And he waited...
A few minutes elapsed...
The night was turning into a day...
he waited...

The call stopped...
And after few seconds...
It became happier...
Not that sharp...
No hurriedness...

The call became a series of single telegrahic dots...
A string of single calls...

Followed by another...
String...
A song now...
A song simply brilliant...
Rising a bit up...
As if she...
The bird
Got Hope too...

Someone must have woken up
Whom she wished to rise...

For another song could be heard
From another tree...
Somewhere...

Another bird...
They were exchanging their stories...
Sharing them by simple sounds...
Ethereal waves...

'birds have their own language...
They don't talk like human...
Their talks are not that frequent...
But still they talk...
And exchange thoughts...
Ideas...
Happiness mostly...'

he remembered
Salim Ali...
Once more...
And moved on...

he felt he got a song too...
From a bengali flick-
Made few decades ago
By a tall man...
(Who wore often a pipe
On his mouth...
Belonging to this part of the world
Who walked long
To win hearts...
Through his dreams
Of a cinemascope...)

A song...
Like that happened in him...
A song sung celebrating
Waking up...