Passed the long stormy night,
The tiny sparrow saw a world,
Strange and scary enough to turn him
worried for the first time in life.
The sunrays ended the gloom,
Darker was the clouded night,
Light brought but misery more,
Far away was he from his little nest,
‘The night storm took away everything,’
Sighed he,
His little body aching due to the strikes
by the unseen drops in the dark,
Aching were the delicate feathers,
due to the buffeting wind,
Shivered the little one,
under the impacts huge.
Remembered he,
how a watery gust
blew away their nest in the dark,
In just one pitiless moment,
lost was the warmth of his siblings,
And gone was parental protection,
Thrown away they were into the night,
as the tree lost its footing.
Played he always there,
Never thought or worried,
Realized he now the opposite,
Piteously ruffled was the fur,
Distorted were feathers,
Desperately he looked for his family
in a nest still intact nearby,
It was a replica of their own world,
Wept the little one with its poor whole,
Thought, he will die.
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