My dear sparrow please forgive me
I have cut branches of your haunt tree.
You come daily in the morning and noon
Your presence is no less than a boon.
Your chirping more melodious than flute
Though it seems filled with sharp dispute.
You know winter is coming so quickly
Without sunshine we feel so sickly.
You know man is selfish by nature
No care to be made for other creature .
Money has made man blind to beauties
Except one he knows no duties.
Ah! trees are a taboo in modern houses
But parlors are demand of new spouses.
Birds and plants can't live with busy man
He has channels, scents and blowy fan.
But my sparrow I am really so sad
Breaking hearts is no doubt very bad.
Man has broken Nature's innocent heart
No doubt awry has become Life's cart.
Dear sparrow I love you, respect you
With heavy heart I request you.
I request you to forgive me
I have cut branches of my tree.
Prof Niamat Ali Murtazai
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorry-sparrow/
