The Sparrows, The Friends Poem by DK DK

At night, when I returned from my fields,
I sit on the chair facing the wall holes,

but there, a house sparrow was absent,
then I saw all the holes, none was present,

the bricks, the slab, the heat the waves,
missing of habitants, I searched the causes,

to make house big and modern and respected,
by the sparrows but, my house was rejected,

I picked up my cell phone, dialed villegers' number,
one by one, but trance of sparrows nowhere,

I recalled, the insect's attacks on my crop,
the expenditure of pesticides over the crop,

they were protecting my crops without any
hard earned and rarely gathered small penny