song of the sparrows

when the town was glittering green 
there were sparrows to be seen 
on doors and window sills 
on tress that grew on hills 
fluttering freely all around
singing chirruping joyous sound 
spreading endless joy abound 
hopping skipping round n round 
perching nonchalantly on everything still
even on scarecrows and windmill
there were sparrows to be seen
when the town was glittering green

now the town has turned ghastly grey
and the green entombed in concrete spray
lonely are doors and window sills
trees have vanished from the hills
there is no chirruping joyous sound
and the silence shouts loud abound
nowhere sparrows are to be found
how much you search round n round
everything stands just dead and still
having eaten the scarcrow and windmill
entombed the green in concrete spray
the town has turned ghastly grey

A Day In Her Life

1

everyday 
i see her waking before the dawn
walk to the kitchen & switchs the lights on 
prepare tiffin for kids for her a cup of tea
with a pang in her heart that she is missing me
then she wakes up sleeping children 
gets them ready for the day
& i know she has forgotten
the tea anyway
changing for her school she drinks it cold
walks out to the car with everything that she can hold

2
she drives a cute little yellow car
droping children at their place
she reaches school in time
and looks at her face

all along the day that follows
she faces kinder tide
and i know its rough, uneven
now matter how u ride

she stands surges & swon
right upto the noon
be freezing December
or boiling June

then on her way back home
she picks up children in time
and when i ask her how day was
she always says it has been fine

3
back from school at noon
into next battle soon
make children have their food
no matter what there mood
then getting the dishes done
i know can not be fun
she does it everyday
yet has nothing to say !

after the meals is homework time
which children do as act of mime
from algebra to nursery rhyme
Jupiter Saturn basil thyme
she answer queries & clears their doubt
is this mothering is all abou 4
a nap as evening fades
if she finds some time
when wonder is through history
& magic has learned the rhyme
then there are phone calls
& errends for the day
groceries tailors stationary
to keep her at bay
as the dusk approaches
she makes a cup of tea
& she sips it slowly
just thinking of me
she juggles all these challanges
with skills that are devine
& when i call her
she says the day has been fine

5
as night kocks the door
work is much more
dinner to be cooked
school dresses to be looked
iron creases, buttons mend
she is the one to fend
assignments form work
that she cannot shirk

suddenly some errend shows
off to market she goes
when she is back its late
she goe & picks her plate
then rallies around children to sleep
her day has been straight and steep
it has been tiring & has been long
she has been living it like a song