Sparrows in Okhla find
No place to hop and no sky to fly, writes Husain Haider Rizvi
They dread to tread such filthy terrain
Where life feeds on deprivation and pain
The potholes on the roads ready
To gulp you down, the sky scrappers dwarf your flight,
Don’t ever come here O Sparrows
There are only tales of sorrows here,
No quiet bower, no groves of trees
No voice of rain on the sweet soft grass
Here is only cacophonous culture
And host of unkind vulture.
Fly away to another land, and sky
O sparrow fly far away.
(Husain is Okhla resident)