World Sparrow Day

Amidst the vast fertile lands the little huts of the people stood, Hoarding the millets from the field To their feathery friends, they offered their yield Savouring the millets and cereals And sitting on the ceiling of corridors, Making their nest close to the doors Chirping throughout the day and night They made our ancestors' days bright Mingled like real joyful dudes They even shared people's food Wandering around with their family They welcomed our guests warmly They never felt shy , they never did cry They never ever worried But that's an old story When the huts became royal flats, When the fertile lands became empty plots These little birds found no place to halt they flew away, granting us, the feelings of guilt But now, when people savvy their worth Sweet sparrows, decide to reappear Their comeback slams the extinction-myths Their comeback cheers the earth Reemerged our cute little friends Is not it our onus to make their population ascend Return their place to them We will embrace peace then