Save The Sparrows

Those chirpy voices; sweet and low,

Those morning melodies – so mellow!

Woke me up every morning

As if it was me they were calling.

Each morning those birds beauteous

Sang in gentle voices, so mellifluous

With great devotion and a gentle tone

Of all other voices, they outshone.

With a little beak and white face

They hopped and flew with charming grace.

Whether the space is broad or narrow

They were found everywhere; those sparrows.

But now…move your heads and look around

Search them places but they won't be found.

So common was their presence to us

Then why to their deaths were we so oblivious?

I still remember innocent faces looking up at me

Hoping I’d treat them with some wheat or pea.

I used to wake up to their chirping,

But now all I hear, are cars honking.

Disgusted I am with this unfair world

And how some humans are acting like the underworld.

Killing and capturing these innocent creatures

While the others watch silently, sitting on bleachers.

Those cute sparrows have become endangered

Despite knowing, their lives we have ventured.

The sparrows are less and so is the time

To bring them back and atone our crime.

What right do we have to deny them of their home?

When we cut down trees to make our home.

I'm proud of helping those little ones to build their nests

For they are my true loving and gentle guests.

I request everybody to do the same,

To make their protection their ultimate aim.

For I want back my sweet and chirpy morning alarm,

And people to not do them any more harm.