Sing the Sparrows’ song, Grandma,
Asked my little granddaughter!
I sang but in dilemma,
My eyes filled with tears!
Easy it was to sight birds in the olden days,
Rare find it is in this techno-phase!
Survival of wings
Is a big fight for these beings.
Her small heart, tender brain,
Dreams of the moon and drops of rain.
I can’t spill the reality,
I wish to stop this cruelty!
What should I explain,
To that furl of innocence,
I will strive to bring back the beauty
I trust in Mother Nature’s victory!
Small steps, small changes,
Spilling seeds, reusing stuff,
Recreating chirping meadows,
Helping nature triumph!
Kavita Sangras Kanherikar