‘It is difficult in here’, I wailed.
It was like I was jailed!
It was a new place without any single friend,
‘Oh god’, I said. “When will this tragedy end?”
I hated the thought of stepping out,
And the growing frustration of it made me feel like shout.
My heart longed for my old times and mates,
But I knew I had to overcome the feeling as this was my new fate.
I tried to occupy myself,
By pouring into my little book shelf.
Although, I managed to while my time,
But the dreaded feeling haunted me sometime.
Then one fine day, I decided to resort to my routine activity,
What else, but reading and writing to create my new entity.
I sat in front of my window to write,
When suddenly I heard a little chirp on a flown kite.
I looked up to see a little sparrow perched on the kite’s broken stick,
Looking all weary, hungry and sick.
I tip toed to fetch some bread,
Before my little sparrow hit the ground dead.
A little apprehensive, the sparrow did allow me to keep a few bits,
And then ate hungrily, but bit by bit.
Soon after, she became my new friend
She came everyday and behaved as if she was trained.
She ate, hopped and chirped,
But it was me who felt full and burped.
Little did she know that I was the one who was thankful!
For making my life once again bright and colourful.
Yesterday, she brought me a new furry friend,
Who was a squirrel with its two tiny front teeth stained.
I gave him biscuits and he ate happily, sounding ‘cut-cut’.
And I approached him thinking he wouldn’t hurt.
He looked worried, but soon gave away.
With a dash he climbed on my shoulder and made me sway.
I balanced myself a little to allow the creature to rest,
But the little sparrow felt jealous and flew to conquest.
Finally with the sparrow and squirrel on either shoulder,
My life has again become sunny and is no colder.