As the first dropp of sun peeks through the window…. <br />The little sparrow dances around… <br />Over the roof round and round….. <br />Even the happy prince would have been proud <br />Watching the dancing swallow... <br /> <br /> <br />Morning shows the day as they say ….where is the little angel today! <br />Nowhere to find the sweet frock ….sitting over the little rock…. <br />Used to dance, play and dance……as the swallow learnt ….. <br /> <br />No time to play this is the time to grow <br />School bus on its way never be slow <br />Nine to three….science, Maths, Geo, History… <br />At lunch foods seem no more tasty. <br /> <br />Four to five guitar-classes is must …these days life is fast… <br />Painting classes are for Sundays ….a renowned painter had shown his trust…. <br />Six to eight …strictly for Home-tasks <br />Nine is right for dinner….time never walks…. <br /> <br />And the little sparrow dances alone… <br />Its teacher has indeed grown…..<br /><br />Anirban Dasgupta<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-sparrow/
