The Little Sparrow Poem by S.D. TIWARI

Sometimes in the court yard
and sometimes at the dome;
The little sparrows are -
the ornaments of my home.

As fall down on the earth,
the morning sun rays.
To awake me in time,
they come chirping all the way.

Come gliding to my yard,
hop here and there, the fowls.
Chirp out the melodies and pop,
like they 'rocks and roll'.

The little fowl makes
break of my day pleasant.
Lovely and friendly, she is;
and makes my yard elegant.

Annoyed for many days,
whenever she is out of my sight.
I feel very sad; and
endure the great plight.

I feel very pity indeed,
on the life of big city's people.
Who miss the cute sparrows;
pops and hops of the littles.

S. D. Tiwari