Poetry By Iftikhar Allama

Bird is flying

I am watching

In the sky

she is crying,

With hunger,without rain

Her son is dying’

She could not got

food again’

flew thousand miles,

But..all in vain’

Day was over,

She came back tired,

Kissed the little bird.

I am watching….

An endless sleep,

They both are lying.

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