Yesterday while cleaning the drawers I came across these lines written hastily on a piece of paper many years ago.
Hastily, because the thoughts were constantly flowing....
This was a "tribute" to a beautiful friendship across the world, language & culture no barrier.
Beautiful indeed !
2/2/08
" Journey of a Sparrow "
I am a little Sparrow... flying high and scaling the skies.
Sometimes I chirp sweet songs of happiness and love...
At sunset I fly back to my cozy nest to rest and recollect all that I learned during the day.
Once I was tired in the scorching heat, my throat dry with thirst and I couldn't sing beautiful songs of love...
I saw a window.
No matter how far it was, it was there and Opened !
A bowl of water was kept on the sill by its merciful owner.
From a distance I drank it to my heart's content.
Ask me not how I became alive with energy..
Cool and sweet water...
The owner was merciful.
He sprinkled some drops of this nectar on my tired wings.
I fluttered my wings and danced with joy !
Now having found the place to quench my thirst, I perched on the window daily.
Every day he was there..... a bowl of water ready in his hands.
Always smiling... kind and full of affection....
He understood my tiredness.
Soon a bond developed between us.
The thirsty and the quencher..
The more I asked, the more he gave.
The window became our little world...
Now and then I would crane my neck to see inside his home.
One day he smiled and stepped aside to let me have a glimpse of his own world.
I smiled and nodded.
I understood.
Flying higher and higher in the sky, above the clouds, I sang the songs....
The songs of beauty and love.
Rita
