When a song-bird <br />gets tired <br />of singing love-songs, then <br />the bird does not remain <br />a song-bird more. <br />Therefore <br />twenty four hours I sing, <br />I am singing, <br />I will sing for you, o my rose. <br />This way my life will go and goes.<br /><br />Sayeed Abubakar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-of-a-song-bird/
