Beneath the broken branches of the old banyan,
Lives a little sparrow with her family and her clan.
Days are bright, love and fruits are loads in ample.
Until a fear crawls in, a love abode to abandon!
An old, wicked cobra hisses in, homing the banyan!
Little sparrow, all day she thought n come with a plan,
To accomplish a risk, be an idol, a savior for her clan.
The royal lass with beauty bounds has come for a wash;
The grand lace with silk n pearl awaits stealing with a fuss;
She took n flew n drop the pearls in bark-holes of banyan;
Men with arms follow the pearl; uncover a lace and the hiss;
A brutality follows, a hapless kill, peace embraces the banyan.
A lesson taught; a clever plan can lift you to the top of the world!
All clans to remember you, little sparrow; till the end of the world.
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