Sparrows

A small bird that can fly a little

Height having colors of shite spots

And brown shades

A little beak eats rage seeds, kambu, and cholam

Rice Of the field direct

One pair of sparrows sitting on

A branch of mango tree

Opened their voice – sweet

Chit… chit… which is melody fine tone

Birds like fruits even,

Having invited the birds

Prepared home to come easy

The windows a’ opened

And kept free entry

Both the sparrows somehow spreading

Its wings entered home

Though the doors are closed

Through windows to the middle of room

Both of them flying freely

Ups and down here and there

With no fear

Voice chit… chit… is heard when

We opened doors

Birds are very happy as viewed mirror

Sometime leaving drops too

It was a happy moment as guest

Makes our mind cheer

Both sparrows flied away, still

Their activities are remaining

In memory as evergreen

As we love the birds and their nature

-Ayyan-                1901010