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Oct 2021
A sparrow perching on the leaved bough in a flash of seconds flew
Traversed all around with chirping mood blue
It was not at all hurt by sorrow or glee
It just collected twigs and wastes, flying free
It was neither engrossed in any strife
It did not bother about the survival of life
It twittered and glittered and picked the grains scattered
Written by
Uma natarajan
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