The Sparrow's Love Poem by Vishnu Sampoorn

Hey O, little sparrow
where do you go
Circling in the Sky
with the wind you flow

You fly, to & fro,
twigs held in your beak
I can hear someone chirp
It's your wife trying to speak

You, undeterred, continue your job
She has stopped building the nest
Yet, you carry on, and on
Till the sun shines, you can't rest
Sadly, she resumes to work,
feeling you understand nothing
What she wanted to convey,
she muses herself, tries to sing

Dusk approaches, Night will fall,
over the Sun's golden veil
The pale-reddened fire ball,
its brightness before Dark does fail

The sparrow finally comes back home,
his wife now, has no complain
She was worried, for the love of him,
He realizes, she needn't explain.