Yesterday’s Bird

By T. Priyokumar

My wife calls out, aloud, to me,
In a complaining mood.
But,
That troubles me not why,
For it is of love that she nags,
Of which I dream aplenty.

Yesterday, of yore,
From fear did we cry,
But, as of today-
For care it is.

Our child is growing,
And needs nourishment,
For which birds fly,
From feather to nest.