tHE sPARROW'S sON.

Mumbai , 26 November 2008

mOM:

Remove that crawling ant.
Beware! colony follows the holy scent.
Fly my son! Remember those lesson.

(pROLOUGE : mEMORIES rEFRESHED)

You drop and fall,
and fly and crawl.
And then you glides on winds..

You picks the grains,
the grasses , the cloths.
And then you builds the nests...

You hunts the inscet,
the bees ,the wheats.
And then we have the feast...

(cROWS iNTERUPTED "yOUR sON iS dEAD".....)

They chant behind ,caw caw
"You lost with death
And many other dies.
These Crows always lies!!!"

They chant behind ,caw caw
"Humans fights the war
One bohemian bullet hits your eyes.
These Crows always lies!!"


(mOM'S rEALIZATION :)

Ants smells the dead and sweet.
We nested over battlefield.


(mOM pRAYS :)

Alas!! my son you are dead.
And God I have one request
In the recurring karmatic circles.
Don't, put him in the human womb,
Let him hatch the shell again.
Cause, humans never feel the pain..
humans never feel the pain........