I feel like a little bird
Fallen from the nest
Dishevelled, feathers dusty
Feebly crying :
    will you care for me?

I feel like a little commotion
Begging from you sympathy
And your slightest attention
Pitiably trying :
    will you quiet me?

I don’t even want you
to lift me off the floor
Just simply
    *hold me close, please

Just say –
                 “I am here.”