The Sparrow Band Poem by Prasad Natarajan

In my balcony all alone,
Amidst leaf fall my mind too, prone.
A few grains in my closed hand,
I await the sounds of the Sparrow Band.

In my balcony under the sun,
I cast the grains out one by one.
They swoop down in a grey dash,
Peck at the grains, are off in a flash,

In my balcony I watch their nest,
wonder at their tiny place of rest,
Cotton, straw, and bits of fluff
Appear to be more than enough.

Now in my balcony alone,
Years have passed, the nest is blown,
The few grains in my closed hand,
Await forlorn, the Sparrow Band.

Will I ever again see a Sparrow?
I’ve heard tell chances are narrow,
What a toll man takes on nature
Paid for by an innocent creature!

Copyright 2011 Prasad N