A village, a great village, surrounded by mountains, <br />Singing dancing brooks from womb of mountains, <br />With its flora and fauna and many-many fountains <br />Fragrance of its own kind diffused in air to hearts, <br />One frail man said it is called the village of many caves, <br />Many people died, restricted movements; fear of lions, <br />Then one day a man with stick came to the cave villa, <br />So weak he was yet a brave man; heard and summoned, <br />Whole people and expressed his deep concerned, , <br />I will fight for freedom; no one can restrict your move, <br />How long you all die like this? No; have to do something, <br />After three days again summoned to all and said, look, <br />Today night I will sleep with lions in their cave, save you, <br />He put his complete plan….. <br /> <br />When he will go inside the cave then they have to close <br /> The door and will seal forever.. <br /> <br />He went inside and they sealed the mouth of the cave, <br />He never came out, but instructed before, don't disturb me, <br />Otherwise they will get annoyance, I will have eternity, <br />Then onward no lions have ever seen in any part of it, <br /> <br />Suddenly lightening was seen and then I realized, <br />The old man has sacrificed himself—it is sacrifice<br /><br />Aftab Alam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrifice-96/
