Wednesday, June 19, 2013

The little sparrow

The day was bright,
the room, filled with light.
A sparrow sat on my window,
chirping away with delight.

Tinged with brown,
with a coat of white.
It soaked the sun’s rays,
shining very bright.

It hovered in the air,
and turned here and there.
With little wings,
it flew gracefully in the air.

The rains came, but a drizzling pain.
In flew the sparrow,
soaking wings and tail.

With tiny eyes full of scorn,
It stood in front of me,
dripping water all along.

Beating wings and shaking head,
It sprayed water everywhere.
I gave it water, I gave it grain,
and prayed to god to stop the rain.

The sky cleared, the rains stopped their play.
The little sparrow, it flew up and down again.

So tiny a bird, so graceful indeed!!
O little sparrow, you are beautiful indeed.

© 2013 Abhijit Pandit