I was then a young boy of ten.
Was doing homework, before the afternoon game.
The door was closed but the window open,
When I nearly finished, came a surprise, sudden.
From nowhere came a rushing sparrow,
Entered my room through the open window.
Kept circling over my head, yet unaware,
The naughty child had some naughty desire.
I closed the window and chased her a bit,
Wasn't easy to catch, though she had no exit.
Didn't mean to harm her, so used my wit,
Knew, chasing will tire her out and she will submit.
I chased and chased her until she dropped down,
Was quick to pick her up, touch her feathers brown.
When my palm and fingers wrapped and squeezed her
Felt her heartbeats, like those of an Olympic sprinter.
Couldn't bear her agony, so I set her free,
She flew away quickly and sat on a tree.
Took some rest for her heart to calm down,
Then flew away again, merrily, just at sundown.
Thus I missed my afternoon game, chasing
An innocent little thing without realizing,
Not all things in life that you chase and win,
You can keep for yourself, nor redeem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem