@ A Sparrow Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

A sparrow, through a hole
In the wall, comes and go
Peeps in, a straw in the beak,
Tries to come in, in the chest
On my wardrobe, just above the mirror.
Oblivious, whether I will allow her,
And looking strangely, she flies away.
Of lately, she has laid foundation of her nest.

She is keeping a hold on her life,
Sipping from the dew, with star-leaves.
I fear, the sharp blades of ceiling fan
Like fate, would blow her tender wings,
Her colorful feathers of hope, like in tornado
Or hit by stone, a hunter’s arrow.

There is a thirst, there is love,
There is ecstasy, askance, a want.
Hard as shell, I can feel with my palm,
For the whole day, I would gaze
In her eyes, wait for her in the morning,
And her visit to her nest in the evening.
She is moving her family in and would be children,
To fill my loneliness and maybe we celebrate together.

She probably knows me, as I know her
But the day, when I will fill in the hole by a cable,
For an air-conditioner, to beat the heat.
Should I make another hole in the wall
For a win-win situation, or let her find a better place,
A tree trunk, another window, or an abandoned home?

Or will my procrastination, the time I take
To make a decision, or overcome my constraints,
Allow her to live, peacefully and complete
Her mission, ordained by nature, to procreate?
We are struggling against so many unforeseen odds.