Every morning she came
Chirping jumping flitting
From window pane to
top tree branches sitting
Never ever was she late
Did her job meticulously
Be it collecting grains or
Feeding chicks diligently
Sweet little scarlet bird
But sure was fussy one
Would not touch an ounce
Of what she wanted none
I rejoiced with her songs
coz she sang from her soul
Not to be bothered by anyone
Even when singing from hole
She was like a spiritual guide
Dancing trying to reach the skies
But still, Blessed little tiny sparrow
Remaining glued to her given heights
Neither did she attempted
more than she could chew
Nor she cried for her rights
Happy she was with little dew
~Meenu Lodha
India
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Lovely to see my poem here ..Thanks for posting it …
Beautiful Poem, liked it.
“a great voice for the life of a sparrow,”Would not touch an ounce,of what she wanted none.”Best lines to quote .