A lesion from sparrows

I am going into the Dark woods

With no aim and thought

The woods are deep and lightless

It is just as a fisherman going on

Sea sailing alone

I do not know how am I come back?

I have to go miles together

In search of knowledge

My thoughts are varied

And has no definite shape

Who can help?

I am seeing a big tree

Having branches thousands

Of sparrows resting at night

The sun shine dawn came

All the sparrows flown away

Not even a single stayed

Where the sparrows have gone

And coming stay at the sun set

To have rest on the tree

It was very silent at resting time

It was making sound while going out

It still rhymes in ears

I have learned a lesion to keep going on

My works just as the sparrows

In my life

-Ayyan-      1201010