Flitting in
The tiny space
Between
The closed sliding-glass,
And the barred window,
The house sparrows play
The exciting game—
By perching on one bar
Then another;
And quickly,
Flying off to the bare
Slender branch,
Where,
In twos and threes,
They swing on it like the
Screaming kids,
Producing little notes of
Heavenly music,
Never heard before;
As cheerful as the suburban
Mumbai kids,
Happy to find a little space
To reclaim,
Unwind,
Forming instant friendships;
After the game,
Tired,
Some thirsty sparrows,
God’s wonderful gifts,
Drink little bits of
Water from the traces of a
Dark
Puddle left behind by
The car-wash;
After quenching
Tiny thirst,
They
Return to the
Tree,
Still singing,
Spreading cheer,
In a widower’s
Grieving heart,
Giving message:
Few demands
And no desires can be
Equally
Beautiful.
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That must have been quite some feat of observation,watching those sparrows playing out their sublime routine.Patience I’d guess was absolutely a key requirement.The reader is left wondering as to what occasioned the sudden break in the narrative.
Actually, inadvertently, multiple postings got done. The poem starts below the title and ends at the word beautiful. I regret it. Editing it was beyond me due to tech problems. I request the admin to edit the repeats of the poem. Thanks a lot. And sorry again for this glitch.
Fortunately,I do have the patience of Job.
Thanks Louis, the ultimate saviour. Saved an ageing, tech semi-literate versifier from huge embarrassment. The world of sparrows does not have such complicated ways of communication!
I love this poem! And the repeating cycle even though unintentional is a bit mysteriois and magical…just like the magical cycle of life! You captured something beautiful there. Thanks for sharing it. Warm regards Johanne
Thanks a lot, Johanne Gallagher for your lovely comments and appreciation. I remain in debt. Regards.
Love the short lines – gives the impression of sparrow pecks or the fidgets of small birds.
Thanks a lot Keith Wallis for such a lovely insight!