After the sparrows the kuyils
Too have left for somewhere
It is April and I have not heard
The unseen bird sing its song
Its absence is a silence that is
Felt when the rain clouds mass
On the sky and the sun goes quiet
I ask around and everyone tells me
We too have not heard the bird
This year but we cannot worry
Over what we had and do not have
Make do with what we still can have ---
The bird sings where it is needed
And its call for love is heeded
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