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?
we can forgive the naive innocence of birds and animals who act instinctively But there is no excuse for mans inhumanity to fellow men We are supposed to know better but seemingly examining history we eithe dont or wont learn to live in harmony
You have used the narrative style to great effect in this excellent poem...Truly you are right, the sparrow- mirror imagery that you use depicts beautifully the present state of unrest in the world...
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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4/21/2025 2:35:17 PM # 1.0.0
Poor little sparrow and human beings are just as stupid with our wars against each other when life is so precious and we should be celebrating it, not fighting. I suppose it's because there is so much unfairness in the distribution of wealth and therefore well being but war solves nothing, nobody wins, everybody loses and at the end, when all is done we have to talk to each other to survive. Peace man, make love not war....have a nice day and come and read.....'Flower Power' Ruthy: -D