The sparrow's cry
Everything was the same, rustling noises and streetlights,
Everyone is busy with themselves without a care in their eyes.
A miracle happened on this full moon night,
A chick came to life from the dead shell of white
One of the beautiful moments that were on exhibition that night
Only the moon and the starry sky witnessed the first cry of that child.
The mother sparrow raised her wings and hugged the little child, giving her warmth for a new life.
The cries stopped, then the wind began to sing the hymns.
Days passed,
Now he feels lonely when the mother sparrow is not around, the small nest feels like a castle now.
The child was flapping his wings around for his first flight, but nothing flew except for some straws, and he was hungry now.
A mother sparrow comes holding some worms in her beak for her hassel of a child
Missing some straws here, some straws there, it's not a safe place to train him, she thought and sighed.
The kid rushed to his mother and jumped to grab the food from her mouth.
The mother sparrow bends her mouth down, dropping the worms on the ground.
Another flight she took off for, nobody knew why. It remained a mystery for the rest of the night.
The little sparrow waited and waited and waited for a long time.
One day has passed, the second day passed, the third day went by and another full moon night has arrived after a long time.
The moon showered light on that kid,Shaking his head off he went to the edge of the cliff.
Was it the starvation or the fear of death? His legs were trembling and his wings looked weak.
But one thing was sure: he couldn't stay with an empty stomach for another night.
He stood his ground like a soldier on the frontline, Heads up in the sky, he took his first flight.
The flapping of the wings was so hard, but it wasn't in the right way that his mother had taught.
He was slammed on the ground on his feet, one injured, the other one weak.
Despite being weak he was determined this time, he was able to get back on his feet in no time.
Standing on his one leg, he hopped and tried to fly.
One time, two times now,This was his 20th time
He lost all his fears because he doesn't have anything to lose now.
Every time he falls, he goes one step higher the next time.
On his 27th try, he is 3 metres above the ground, flapping his wings to maintain his ground in the sky.
He is finally flying like his mother somehow, but he has started pouring up tears now.
Was it the tears of joy that he can fly or was it the grief of losing his mother that coming out now
Only the moon and the starry sky saw the second cry of the child.
He has grown up so much in the span of 4 days, but will he be able to tackle the life ahead of him now?
