The Little Baby Sparrow

 The Baby Sparrow



Once a baby sparrow
Came to my balcony
With its wing injured
And sad and lonely

I thought it was requesting
"Please open the door"
It came inside and
Fell on the floor

I felt myself pitying
The little baby sparrow
It looked as if it was shot
By a long razor sharp arrow

At last when it was ready to fly
High in the sky
I told myself not to cry
And bid the Sparrow goodbye.

- Aryanandha Shajith P


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