Friends and Lovers

What does the sparrows know,
’bout the sorrow of the tree.
They turn to its branches,
When their wings are tired.

What does the stream know,
’bout the sorrow of the tree.
They flow down merrily,
To their greater destiny.

The sparrows are chirpy and jovial,
Boosting his morale, early morn.

How he wished they would stay more,
And talk to him, for he is lonely.

But he knows, they dont have time,
For, They have a nest to keep,
Fledglings to feed, and-
A mate to love.

The stream is pure, a virgin,
And flows with a sparkling laughter.

Oh! how he wished she stayed
With him, his lover, forever.

But he knows, she doesn’t care,
She’s to meet the ocean,

And wouldnt remember him,
The moment he is past.