Each day on the window pane..
Gliding narow taking heavy strain..
All the way flying to town..
This cute bird with its feathers brown..
Moves up down and hops along..
To fetch my attention through its song..
Tries hard hitting the sill..
but frown of my face makes her ill..
Little sparrow in search of water and bread..
It requires mere a shelter over her head..
Shred the busy lives,have time to spare..
cheer up and come out as they are in need of our care..