Today when I was <br />sitting near my balcony <br />having a sip of tea <br />alongwith glance <br />at Newspaper, <br />an injured bird <br />out of the blue <br />fallen in my feet, <br />profused blood <br />incessantly flowing <br />from her wings. <br />I could feel the pain of her <br />but expression was too lively <br />of her broken wings <br />and injured feet <br />she was trying to fly <br />by putting her full energy, <br />though she died, but <br />it was not mere a death, <br />she fought like a warrior <br />with a desire to win. <br />I salute her for a thought. <br />Yes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! <br />Life is fruitful, <br />if we live for success <br />and never give up <br />till our last breath.<br /><br />Mahfooz Ali<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-a-salutation/
