Her long black tail feathers and the somber color of its plumage <br />Gave me an impression of widowhood, <br />I try to listen her plea and it's sorrowful <br />The bird speak the language of human <br />But nobody understands. <br />'My innocent husband died in the poppy fields while searching food <br />A bomb dropped from the sky and I escaped and flew here, <br />Oh! It's a winter I forgot and I left my winter clothing at my husband's roost, <br />Don't know whether I could be friendly with the birds here? ' <br /> <br />*Birds can be unite wherever they fly.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-migratory-widow-bird-from-afghanistan/
