Those were the golden days -
The carefree childhood,
When I had plenty of time
To stand, sit and watch
Little brownie birds - The sparrows -
Hopping and playing in the lawn.
I loved the way they flew around-
So sprightly, chirpy and joyful!
They moved about singly or in groups
Tip toeing on the window sill,
Trip trip - tap tap - on the leafy twigs,
Hip hip - hop hop on the grass,
Tiny rounded brownie birds,
Swinging on tender branches,
Beaming, tweeting, flying,
Bouncing and dancing in the garden.
I loved playing with sparrows around,
I am sure they too, loved children,
They flitted around the house and the plants
Least afraid of the humans or other pets too.
When I threw grains or seeds,
They merrily gathered together
To peck - peck with little sweet sounds;
It was a wonderful sight, so memorable!
Where are the sparrows now?
Sparrows were never strictly tree birds,
They loved the brown-brownie earth too,
Have they become angry with the humans?
They seem to have disappeared! Yet,
I still wait for these bubbly sparrows,
Hoping and praying that they will come
Peep through my balcony garden,
To say: "Hello! Good morning!
Let's hope that the little sparrows never become extinct.Very beautiful poem on sparrows.
nicely described poem on sparrows.They have not disappeared.we find them here in our houses.May be they don't get places to build nests.
Sparrows are so common-place and abundant in numbers that we often take them for granted. But, it is a grave fact that their numbers are coming down.
The lovely poem also expresses in beautiful detail the wonderful attributes of these fascinating birds.
A beautiful depiction of the lovely sparrows. The great images embedded in this write made me at close range with these wonderful birds.
This kind of feeling is common with most of us....even I feel for the missing sparrows in my place too.. everything is rightly said about this bird.. full score
A beautifully crafted poem on sparrows who have reminded you of your past days.They have not disappeared, we see them here in Odisha.Perhaps change of environment by human doings is not conducive to thei breeding and nesting habit.
I don't see them often as in my childhood days. They are joy to watch. I remember during sunset, in bamboo tree their settling sounds. Wonderful reminder Geetaji...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem...loved reading it. Top score!