Drenched, sparrows perch quiet,

ears not miss a note of Malhar raining down

Four of them, in couples, sit still as an alaap

waiting for it to turn

Its Dhrupad dearies, the rain

will come and go, and

Dagar Saheb will

only have begun

Rest easy, fly, or hang around

my nest is all yours

and when I awake, for you I will let a thumri flow,

from another sparrow who flew away years ago

Amlanjyoti Goswami is a Delhi-based poet and public policy expert.

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