The chirping that woke me up
In a dawn from the trees
Gradually died away in wind
leaving memories of little feathers
Which I longed to caress as a boy
As anniversary once in a year,
Comes and goes the day for sparrows
Reminding the shades of yesteryear
Their chirps waking me up to light
a cigarette in the morning
The flock of sparrows pecking away
The grains that mother left to dry on the
Courtyard were once guests unbidden to home
Mother fed me,the adamant toddler, with small morsels of rice
showing the little bird hopping by the door
And, the visitor came home every morning to mock at my
Cries shaking his little nose.
My child, who wants to sight a live sparrow
In this concrete jungle asked me to post a
Nest box to invite the bird
And I did that.
We both are awaiting the guest, yet
The little one doesn't seem to turn up
Tired of waiting,I showed her a sparrow
In a book penned by Salim Ali
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