I wandering like Birds they roam for foods
I search my love in the burning days of summer and freezing nights of winter
I wandering like birds but there is difference
Every day they return with their aim(food)in the evening, but I return empty handed.
In wandering bird's eyes have picture of Food but in my eyes you will find my broken love
Birds die once due to lack of food as but I die thousand times in a die for her rememberance
Birds live for their hatchling
I live only for her I will live for her until I'm alive
Birds are alive due to food and water
But I'm alive due to her glimpse upon me
Birds can die and their dead body decayed
I'm alive but I'm like corpse no one can decay my body except her bent and swollen eyes
Birds have no grave for their dead body but I have built My own grave in her eyes and I'm proud on myself.
©ashfaque
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