FRIENDLY THORNS

A sparrow lived in a bush.
She was, in fact , born in a nest here on the bush.
The sparrow had mastered the art of living with thorns
that were part of the bush's survival. When she was a baby sparrow, her parents would leave her in the security of these
thorns. The thorns were an army of thousands and never changed their posts. They were very reliable and were very proud of their spiky, smooth and piercing abilities. The sparrow would often meet other sparrows who advised her that she should shift from this dull and cold looking dwelling.
There were many beautiful sites for building nests in the neighborhood. The sparrow finally was convinced to leave
the bush. She looked for a location where flowers would bloom
almost in every season. The whole day she worked hard to build her new nest. She returned in the evening to her old nest for spending the last night there.
As she reached there , she found the bush had been cut. It was being loaded in a lorry. The nest along with leaves and thorns had fallen down . Men were getting rid of last minute thorn bites.
The sparrow picked up a thorn and flew back to her new nest. One after another she carried all
these scattered thorns to build her home with these friends of rough weather.

VINOD VERMA