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
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