A POEM BY FATHIMA NALEERA 
Rendered in English by Latha Ramakrishnan(*First Draft)
With no focus of any sort
A sparrow coming from out of blue
clung to my skyscape sketch.....
I kept gazing at it without blinking....
My painting brush looked at me with a victorious smile......
Drawing a leaf I gave it to my sparrow saying
“Fan yourself”.
“Birds don’t sweat” said the sparrow
stirring from the painting.
“I have given your sky my wings... Don’t you be limp anymore...”
So with a smile it flew towards the sky
He had sketched.
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