Sparrow Fantasises

Introduction

Sometimes, a simple moment in the present brings back a flood of childhood memories. This piece captures one such fleeting encounter—a sparrow, a memory, and a girl's long-held wish.

Sparrow Fantasises

Breaking the silence of the lazy afternoon,
The chirping sparrow caught the eye of an urban girl.
Fluttering its wings, it stirred her heart with nostalgia—
For once, she had chased this very fluttering spirit.

As a little girl, she’d run countless times behind the sparrow,
Its wings daring her with a playful “Catch me if you can!”
Every known face was begged to trap it in a cage,
But promises made were never fulfilled.

The little soul had vowed— “One day, I’ll catch it myself.”
And today, the moment had arrived.
She captured the sparrow... not in a cage, but in a frame.
An image sealed with memory.

But again, it flew away—
Only to return, as if to say:
“I’m yours, but never yours to keep.”

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