Blushing , the new peepul leaves peeped out;
And soon the bare trees were brightly dressed,
As the birds came busily pecking up twigs
To build on each branch a new nest.
Such a bustle : with chirping and cawing
As the nestlings were fed and taught to fly;
Parakeets screeching , a lone kite whistling,
Home was a tree,– and this patch of the sky.
In summer the yellow-hatted men came by,
Construction cranes stacked up concrete blocks,
And families moved into the new apartments
Their children played in brand new parks.
There was a cheerful bustle yet once again
And between the spring and fall–
I realized that the view from my window
Had not really changed at all!