A
sparrow flew
In
the free air
Knowing
its bearing
The
coordination signs
Once
it lost its concentration
It
hit against the wall of glass
The
loud thud heard
The
sparrow fell
Down
to the ground
Unconscious
but in daze
Its
eyes flickering
Maybe
it could survive
Picked
up the poor chap
Put
it under the curry leaves tree
There
under its shade
The
sparrow could recover
After
it rested the sparrow flew away
Flapping
its wings joining its own kind
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