THE LITTLE SPARROW WITH RAINBOW WINGS
In my early days of boyhood,
After school when would I return home and go to my
favourite spot of our house-
That little room at the attic which smell of pickles, spices,
betel leaves and granny's saree,
The little sparrow with rainbow wings would turn up too,
Right through the window it would hop in,
And make a sweet chirp,
As if to ask if I had a great day at school;
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