Twitter Of Nostalgia
today my heart echoes
the collective chirping of domestic sparrows
who woke us up each morning and
brought us homeward in the evenings...
hop and skip like playing hopscotch
she would enter through the door
turn her neck in all dierections
as if to greet the guests(?)
sometimes she would slip into
the room with her characteristic ease
through the window bars with bits and odds
tightly clutched in her beak to reach the
roof of our rented tiles and
we would hurry to switch off the whirring fan
for years she and her friends woke us
every morning with the tiny wings flapping
and the small voice box twittering
every evening the twitter would drive
us homeward from our rustic games
every summer afternoon was a spectacle
as she would swoop down or come hopping
to hang on the edge of the small earthern pot
dad would arrange for the winged friends
they would take their fill and flip-falp the wings
in the small puddle as if it's nobody's business
in rains they would settle under the
slope of the roof with watered feathers
looking still browner...
we grew up amidst their chirping
sometimes in the afternoons
a ticktack would wake us from
our siesta, my little wings
amused at the other in the mirror
every cozy corner, including a book rack
was befitting enough to breed her clan
eating like a sparrow, grandma would say
as we snatched tidbits from their hidden counters
they're so much part of our lives
making the roof their home
at times a small ball of cotton
or a handful of grass or an egg or a baby sparrow
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poem by Indira Babbellapati
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