Sparrows


vikas chandra

In casts of clay, how love renders
The joy of earth, and the bliss of sky
In wispy souls, which mayhem stirs
The restless hearts, that underlie!

What a better way, to love and long
Than chirp out heart, against a thorn
And live to death, that purest song
Thru lost cities, wastelands forlorn!

I hear them faint, though very clear
Since bygone days, of innocence
When roosted, in my heart, austere
Their labors of love, not senescence!

Yet, I watch them, thru many rebirths
Immortal shades of, white and gray
With broken wings, unbroken mirths
Being Sparrow, is no child’s play!

© 2017 Vikas Chandra

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