Friendship Poem by C. P. Sharma

(I saw a picture of a child feeding a sparrow on her palm.)

Seeing this picture I went into trance,
I saw in them sweet innocence dance.
I approached a flock in month May,
They just fluttered and flew away.

I just sat down and on it reflect,
What was it that we did deflect?
By what magic they were friends?
And what sorcery made us strand?

Soon a murmur from within replies,
Them innocent trust as friends ties.
Our mutual distrust’s repelling waves,
In imagined fear we fly as knaves.

Be friends with Nature, trust create,
In bliss of innocence all beings date