Summers are growing more hotter
Inspite of rains there is no water
Waiting for the ocean to get filled
A bird has passed away, her wish unfulfilled
Nevertheless she wanted to live
Fly over the ocean uninterrupted
But returning back never, she never would have accepted
Her heart had suffered twice
First when she herself was shot
About her nest she might have thought
And about him with whom she would have shared life
If she had been alive
Unfortunately she was killed
Fought a lot before turned still
She wasn't a girl but a martyr
Who instilled in us a fire
She had a lot to cry for
Still she wanted to live more
Her dear ones stand at the door
And look at the sky
In vain hope that their daughter might come
As a bird as she wanted to fly
Shattered by the belief
That dead never comes back they shut back the door
It would get her tribute
Only if every tree gets a fruit
And there is no father standing at the door
Waiting for someone who will never come back
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Very sad and disturbing affair that is. This is a wonderful tribute, straight from the heart.