The sparrow

Sparrow frets,

Twigs, sticks,

It frantically searches.

Needs more, a lot more,

To build her nest,

Her lovely home.

She smiles,

Her eyes grin,

As the light breeze

Ruffles,

The feathery womb,

Tingling the wee eggs.

Beak quivers,

Her colors sparkle,

Heart somewhere far,

Where he is,

Of whose she is!

Twigs? Nay, love made

Her nest divine.

Sparrow, she chirps,

Happily,

Eagerly sings him home.

From afar,

(There, those spots,

See them?)

Happily chirping his love,

To sparrow not her.

Sparrow sinks,

A hundred stones,

Million screams,

Drowns her heart.

Doesn’t cry,

Nor weeps.

Off she flies,

Off to his nest,

The other’s nest.

He,

Berates disapproval,

Voices displeasure,

Anger.

Sparrow, she doesn’t care,

Not now.

The eggs, she lays,

One by one,

One by one,

At his feet.

‘Off, I say,

Push them-

Off your nest.

Break them now,

I don’t care.

I fly,

High and away,

Seek skies beyond,

Dreams beyond nests,

Dreams beyond you.’

Dreams beyond nests.