But Unaware A Sparrow Chirps Poem by Rathish Sharma

Two hell of the blunders
Following us from behind
Like coldblooded hunters
Relentless in their quest
But unaware a sparrow chirps

The blunder we chose a king
The blunder we embraced
Simulation of being free thing
In a country guarded by barbed-wire sucks
But unaware a sparrow chirps

The king’s ever more repressive
Pseudo freedom breeds the aggressive
The spawning country bombs about to explode
In the backyard of our reason
But unaware a sparrow chirps