There was an old nest
Just outside my window
In the right corner;
No, it’s to the very left
I guess it’s just my uncertainty
To hold the places close to me!!

Many families came and left
Through all those years and forth
Oh!! What’s the name again!!
Was that a family of sparrows or martins?
I guess it’s just my ignorance
To not see those small things!!

Here I am sitting again,
Outside my rusted window!
Wait, what am I seeing!!
No nest, there is nothing
I guess it’s just my inability
Unable to say goodbye to things!!