An Ode To A Sparrow : As Shared by Shailendra Chandna

As Shared by Shailendra Chandna :

An Ode To A Sparrow

I owe her,
A life-time regret.
As a frenzied pebble
From my catapult,
Hit her mate
When I was barely eight.

The aim being accurate
He bled to death.
Great of her,
She complained to me not!

Her eyes wept with grief,
Tears rolling down hollowed cheeks,
Remind me of his,
Red soul-less-self.

I closely follow her sweet morning song
‘know not how to sob
like her,
In silence.

Ah! I could do nothing then.
And can’t repent enough now
(at 64).

– Shailendra
Chandna
Mob.: 9368798101

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