The Nest

A sylvan song small girls sing,
Which told me the true meaning
Of patriotism and it's basis
In the heart, it goes like this:

"On a morning calm and fine,
A birds three little prime,
Flew out of their nest
For the very first time

They flew far from east to west
And back they flew from west to east,
To enjoy the fresh morning breath
They voyaged through the forest beneath.

They kept flying from dawn till dusk,
Until they had accomplished their quest,
Then they flew back to their nest ,
Weary and tiered to have some rest.

The nest was filled with chirrups of joy.
And for each and every thing,
To the mother they had to say,
Each one had a different way

But only thing which was concordant,
Was we saw the rivers and the forest,
But the place we found the best
Is our little cozy nest!"

The same is our love for land,
Be it fertile or be sand
This love lives silent in heart's abode
Not in anthems sung aloud.