House Sparrows Mate Outside


Who has ever stopped to think about

The white-throated sparrows

Mating on the parapet walls outside?


One fragile body mounts another

I know they are mating for life.

My body does not understand

The language of sparrows

It does not defy gravity.


Without a promising return, let alone

A long-lasting happiness, I look up

At the empty sky, and smile

At the substanceless, bluish veil above.


Am I a sage or something?


My room smells old, it reeks of absences.

Only a shadow comes to greet me.

House sparrows mate outside.


No great fire can warm my body or grip my heart.

The roots of the house move, the windows tremble.

The sun cries under the horizon.


What do I know of love?

Love is only a word

Its rightful intentions amiss.


Unfulfillment flies like sparrows—

In and out with the air,

I hold my soul open

For an invisible nodding

Of the birds.

Their chirping spirits breathe in me,  

And what do I know of love?


Am I a sage or something?



Bibek Adhikari  

Poetry by Bibek
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Written on 2018-02-02 at 13:03

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ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo! An excellent work Bibek.

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I so agree with Ashe. I loved the line " the sun cries under the horizon" and the final verse is so"open" is the only way I can describe it and I mean it in a really good way.

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
What does anyone know of love? It has so many meanings and not one of them grasps the true meaning of the word that is used so carelessly. Maybe the sparrows understand it better than we do. I loved the poem!