She came to my chamber,
a young sparrow, in crimson light,
and perched on my cupped hands,
praying for bliss and peace.
the branches let her sip comfort
and infuse a strong belief
of her safety of unsafe life.
she was dumb and full of fear
and her wings were folded tight,
and I looked into her perturbed eyes,
Oh! A bizarre scene was there, so horrible!
someone has shot her incomplete breath.
I have been still and motionless
till she flew to the dark sky
and I was blessed to welcome a new guest.