A Sparrow Poem by C. P. Sharma
A Sparrow
one fine spring morning
sitting in my chair
newspaper in hand
basking the sun
in front of my eyes
a scene thus run:
a sparrow perched
on nearby neem tree
sailed to my verandah
and sat on the sill,
in front a looking glass
a while she sat still
a little thoughtful
a little perplexed
finally she was
bitterly vexed.
her own image in the glass
she couldn’t tolerate
to beat it with her bill
at the glass she knocked,
so madly she did drill
as if ‘the other’
she would kill.
in doing this
she broke her beak
all over the beak
the blood did spill,
ignorantly her own
she couldn’t bear
mercilessly her own
with her own beak tear.
frequently she visits,
she now understands,
she comes with her company
but I never saw the repeat,
she and her company
seem to have known
the harmony in Nature
to places they have flown.
WE ‘the roof and crown of things’
spill blood of our brothers
some times on 9/11
in US and fly
again in Jaipur and
Bombay high.
How long will go on this bloody trail?
When will the harmony in man prevail?
so beautiful to have transported an everyday scene into such meaningful terrain... read mine Sleeping Beauty
When will the harmony in man prevail? I enjoyed the thought provoking question at the end. her own image in the glass she couldn’t tolerate to beat it with her bill at the glass she knocked, so madly she did drill as if ‘the other’ she would kill. in doing this she broke her beak all over the beak the blood did spill, ignorantly her own she couldn’t bear Your voice escalates well in this piece with a vivid detailing of the events. Sometimes we stand stubbornly in our own way and become our own worst enemy. Also highlighted nicely was the fact that volatile intolerance is a painful course.
You have conveyed a lesson for all through the image of the sparrow! Thanks for sharing! 10! -Raj
she and her company seem to have known the harmony in Nature to places they have flown......// the beautiful expression from the heart core; love it
WE ‘the roof and crown of things’ spill blood of our brothers, One can't imagine A Sparrow leads one to such lines, but it has and beautifully so.
Impressive imagery with an interesting (and arresting) narrative with a profound message. Thanks, Mr Sharma.
Truly, by hating others, we are actually hating ourselves.Loved reading the poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The hopelessness of violence and the apathy that blood and violence brings. All wrapped in the fragility of curiousity.