A sparrow flew into my room

Chose to sit on top of the piled up books

Nothing seemed to bother it

My presence or the clatter of the keyboard;

A very rare sight indeed

Especially with its depleting population

Competing to win the survival race

The cute birdie was a struggler in the city;

With a good intention to welcome my guest

I crumbled the biscuit in my hand

But guess the undue attention paid was not well received

And it flew away, a stranger.

Published in Feeling the Way (2012), second anthology of poems by Deeya Nayar-Nambiar

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