If there is a wish to borrow...
And I get a chance to be a bird,
I want to be a sparrow.
Flying over the stream-
And the forests I have never been (to).
Perching on the windowpane!
And chirping my best,
Gathering some fur and some twigs...
Building my cosy nest…
All I do then- are...
Fly, forage and sing…
And in the days of gloom,
I'll puff my plume!
And wait for the spring!
And yes!
How can I forget!
In the list of whom I hate-
Remember me-
If ever a sparrow shits on your head!
Sanjeeta 'Hridayaninadini'
