The Sparrow

Autumn says her last good bye to
Leaves .. And tress in readiness for winter

The sparrows , crows and fellow mates
Prepare to fly south
Leaving the lush terrain of dwindling life
For greener pastures

But I was tired of flying
Darting when instructed
Echoing winds under our wings- no ! I'm not a follower
I wanted to fly alone

I observed the dying patch of land before me
I cried ...
Bowed my head
I sympathized with her bellows
Her whale - like whistles
Appealing to the heavens

The soldiers of the land of winter
I can see as they
March ahead
Their trumpets howling their arrival

It is time I leave the terrain
The stretch of life that froze

I swallowed the grains of unhappiness
And took off to the ever-green lands

Wading through the winds
Watching the lakes capping with ice as I went

And the leaves being buried with snow
And lonely branches crying -being stripped of their children
Sacrificing ...to see tomorrow ...long awaited breeze of young spring... Lingers in time ... Shackled to its distance


The cold winter !
Blankets the space
The icicled tears ..mountains of salt
Stood sleeping on my wrinkles of hardship

But wings froze !
And i stumbled .. Fluttering .. Chirping in mid air
My goodness !
For south I headed too late !

Falling through the layers of time
Layers of unfriendly space
Layers of bitter memories
Layers of. Autumn's ghosts returning to the fading sun ....

And I fall onto unfamiliar land
In a barn
Of pigs ,cows , horses .. And one sleeping cat

As I lay on my back
Wings frozen
Beak ..tightly glued ...by the white patterned dew
And a cow passes
Lifts her tail over me
And releases ..... Her undigested dinner
I'm drowning in manure
Struggling to surFace

How unfair life can be
But to my surprise the warm manure
Thawed my beak and cooled the stinging in my wings .... And I chirped happily !

Relaxing in my spa ..of manure !
Ladled so thickly over me
But I was warm and now ready to go !
But the excrement on my stomach rested like a heavy stone
And I bawled for help
The innocent fur ball came to my rescue excavated me from my distress

.......But only to be his dinner

Morals of the story:

-procrastination is the thief of time

 - and all those who bring distress to u aren't necessarily ur enemies, those who rescue u from it aren't necessarily your friends !