Of Sparrows

I had been feeling In my childhood Though I enjoyed their chirp Of these little birds How much they disturbed During my time of studies… They made their nests As the best of builders With architectural perfection And pristine beauty Within each window Of my house those days Dark brown-black bib male Light brown, no black bib, female Chirping and chattering Like lovers Romantic Is it not? They spread plant seeds. The scientists say They make Climates around us flourish. Weather professionals say They are eco-friendly. Of late - I found them decreasing in number. They said: It's owing radiations. I felt sad. Though I understood everything Lately - I found one struggling to fly. Amidst a gigantic dust storm Wings broken Struggle for existence It could not feel fittest