I woke up on a misty morning..
Drooling and yawning..
And still trembling..
In a sleepy hallow..
I hear a chirp...a pleasant sweet music
I was at glee for a moment..
Not in a dream...
Neither my imagination...
I opened the door...
Ah! There I saw..
Three guests in my garden..
Hopping in the rose shrub..
At a glance I saw them three..
Glad to see those brown and white feathered little guests..
After a long long time...
In my abstruse memory..
had faded and lost the charm..
Retained its bliss when I saw the pretty guests...
I remember once seeing them I my house..
Where they sheltered below the thacthed roof..
And came out once a while..
flying in the library halls..in the every noon
My heart filled with happiness when I saw them all...jumping and hopping
In a flight with her friends..
I love them all.
My friends return after a long long time...
Now in my garden had got some charm..
We all have reason to live..
My heart resents to see you more
Flying with your friends....
With some more friends waiting for your return..
The endangered charm...the sweet little bird - the sparrow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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