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A Sparrow

one fine spring morning
sitting in my chair
newspaper
in hand
basking the sun
in front of my eyes
a scene thus run:

a sparrow perched
on nearby neem tree
sailed to my verandah
and sat on the sill,
in front a looking glass,
a while she sat still
a little thoughtful
a little perplexed
finally she was
bitterly vexed.

another sparrow in the mirror
she couldn’t tolerate
to beat it with her bill
at the glass she knocked,
so madly she drilled
as if ‘the other’
she would kill.
in doing this
she broke her beak
all over the beak
the blood did spill,
ignorantly her own
she couldn’t bear
mercilessly herself
with her own beak tear.

frequently she visits,
she now understands,
she comes with her company
but I never saw the repeat,
she and her company
seem to have known
the harmony in Nature
to places they have flown.

WE ‘the roof and crown of things’
spill blood of our brothers
some times on 9/11
in US and fly
again in Jaipur and
Bombay high.

How long will go on this bloody trail?
When will the harmony in man prevail?

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