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  • Essence of life

    Everyday I see

    A small sparrow

    In a nest

    Swinging on a branch

    Of my garden tree

    With little ones

    Chirping playing

    Feeling safe with their mother

    Open up their little beaks

    Small sparrow fills them with food

    What she brought was from far

    For her little ones

    Day by day

    Nest became smaller and smaller

    And the children grew up

    One gloomy day I saw

    Sitting quietly, their caretaker

    Small sparrow

    On the branch of the tree

    Grown up those little ones

    Flew away

    Nest was quiet

    No chirping sound

    Of the little ones

    Now she is left alone

    This is the essence of every life