Pijush Biswas (12 July,1988 / Srirampur, Nadia, West Bengal, India)
To a sparrow
O thou, clever one of winged beings
Thou art very much fleeting
Whene'er see I thee on wings;
When, on the air thou floating
With thy desire to seek the nest
And to make with other the relation, best.
How dost thou sustain hope
When failure hits thy bone?
Where our eyes shed drop!
Is thy body made of stone?
Why dost thou not give up duty
When much toil fades the beauty?
Thy world is enough, as I know
And to collect weeds to make nest
And to breed the broods thy vow
As thou art amid socialism the best,
Where thine work is best among all
Excellent thy every call befalls.
Astonished I'm when I see thee
On the height, sitting on roof.
Every morning when thou art free
From cool wind, take thou proof.
How fine it looks when thou flutter
It seems no one is there than thee better.
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