Sparrows too
Look around you notice
Among us speaking of colours
Of skin, of the hair, facial shapes
Simply I take it as being a big shame.
Must learn life from pigeons
Had many in childhood
When was young
They never talked of such.
But being spring
Sparrows everywhere, devilish
I think of the colours
And see them have races.
Saw simplest in Iran,
And the lands where is hot.
Here though
Some of them wear scarves
On their heads; small, red
Can they be their mullahs with turban?
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