With the first rays of the Sun;
I strain my eyes to lookout
From my window,
Overlooking a lush green field
A group of sparrows appears,
perched atop the branch of a tree;
One of them starts singing
Others pick up in a random chorus
My heart leaps with joy;
One of them must be her,
Singing messages of love
How can I miss her, ever?
Lovely poem Rajendra. Very touching
Thanks, Koundinya. You are the first (and perhaps the only) one to comment on my post!
Rajendrabhai,
Well describing / beveling /recognizing your beloved ones voice from natures chorus voice created by various birds. .
Many thanks for your comments appreciating my write up.
Beautiful! And so touching. We all search for our own sparrows, don’t we, for echoes of lost love.
Thanks Jaya