Happy and together, just how god created…
Green trees, lovely breeze - joys of life…
Invasion of mankind…
No trees, no breeze- the sparrows are not at ease…
More the number of buildings, fewer sparrows singing…
Buildings and smoke everywhere, no trees, no fresh air…
With no shelter, sparrows go helter-schelter…
Cursed by the human dirtSparrows cry for friends who’re hurt.
Not knowing where to head,Some are wounded, some dead.
Let there be
sparrows, and no sorrow!
Thank YouAntara Agrawal
VI-C