A tiny, bold sparrow

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A teeny tiny sparrow on a twig,
Chirping and singing aloud,
Of its strength and joy,
Was music to my ears.

Subconsciously, I slowed down,
On the bridge, tilting my head,
To get a clear glimpse of it,
As my inner mind may cherish it anytime.

Is it calling somebody, a lost one,
Or singing for attention?
But I got amazed at the freedom,
To sing aloud as no one stops.

Kavitha Patchamalai

 

 

 

Published by Kavitha Patchamalai

I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference. BY ROBERT FROST