The sparrows


The beady eyed marvel used to perch on the rope,
swung in a waltz of pleasure.
The scorching summer never seemed to dampen the spirit
of the miniscule creature.
A fleet of the same kind was swept into the scene
by a melody unknown to me.
I pondered if the sublimity of the sky
comes to them for free.
I leaned on the windowpane
and alas the sparrows flew away.
As a seedling of hope sprouted in my heart,
I waited for yet another day.
Today as I peep from my window,
I reminiscence on the greener days.
The sunny songs of the young summer no longer reach my ears,
I wonder these days about where my childhood stays.

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