Sparrows

This day started with usual chores,
hot and humid, with no force.
My heart had baked all week, My heart!
Pleaded me to shun and dart.
Evaded it and kept on going,
at twelve the body took to yawning.

‘Fill up your belly and get some zeal’,
Yelled to me, my mid-day meal.
Turned to home to have some sap,
less of it and more of nap.
Closed the door to shut off lights,
except a tiny pane behind the eyes.

A pair of sparrow entered the shed,
as soon as I lay down on bed.
For some shadow or a spec of grain,
but my fan for them, a hurricane !
Chirping aloud and hovering around.
Stopped the fan, my eyes went round.

My helmet already marked with the visit,
Soon bored enough and ready to slip,
Chirped amuck searching a slit,
audible in their desperate, scared spirit.
Impaired against the glass and glow,
Knocked and failed by my elusive window.

The queen in her third attempt, was free,
they chirped even more and not in glee.
She perched herself on a nearby fence,
the king hailed to her moreover tense.
The cry being raised to rescue her fellow
seemed to me for the first time, mellow!

It’s not that he ever ceased to try,
or enjoyed crying out his throats dry.
I saw her, I heard her eager evermore
Could not think, what’s coming fore?
She kept on crying in increasing passion
The king was trying in every fashion.

Then came a moment she grew silent
It came to me, ‘may she relent?’
She tweaked a bit then took a flight
With certain poise to bite off the plight
Encircled my glassy window as such,
she knew its measurement, quite much.

A new hope she had already brought.
‘That side sees better’ I hoped and thought.
The chances of freedom still were frail.
She met him like an innocent in jail.
Absorbed in the melancholies and odyssey
I forgot, ‘This I can not see.’

Just then, when I moved to kill the pain,
I saw her sitting on the opened window pane.
Next, she shifted to the window bar
The rendezvous was now not very far.
Sat there and chirped over past fears,
as if announcing the departing curse.


Her mate now clearly knew, ‘where is the way?’
God had listened to them, in cries they pray.
Very soon they touched and fondled
They chirped again, and seemed like yodeled.
My sleep, I don’t know where it blew?
My heavy heart took me to work, as they flew.