The little sparrow with rainbow wings
Would give me dreams of hope in gloomiest evenings of
rain soaked monsoons,
It would unfurl its wings under the dim light of yellow
electric bulb as if it wanted me to know
It would be there for me in the darkest hours,
In wintry nights it would chirp sometimes
Just to make me wonder like that English poet whom we
read at school,
That winter also bears the seeds the spring in its depth.
That little sparrow with rainbow wings
Had been my constant companion
Even when it was no more there at the attic,
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