On the top of the Banyan tree it lies,

where the small baby sparrow cries.

Moves with the flowing air,

but is not affected as it having a strong layer.

Sparrow comes after every hour to feed,

and is just like a farmer who plants a seed.

Searching for the bits of meat,

she flows from one place to another in the heat.

In evening she comes to her childeren to care

even cleans with her peak,their small hair.

And the time comes when she opens her wings,

but this time hides her children as she sings.

Protecting her from the enimies which stare

so that no one could dare.

at night she sleeps.

but the love still is visible which she keeps

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