Analysis of The grieving mother.

The grieving mother.

I saw a beruffled wings bird,
on a bough of a mango tree,
in my garden after a disaster.

It was shouting shrillingly,
like a grieving mother,
with a pain of losing its dear and near.

Its nest was destroyed
and fell on ground.
Few torned feathers were very near.

The bird knew,
its dream was ruined,
for ever,ever,ever.