Death Of A Bird Poem by Akhtar Jawad

I never knew he is going to die,
He never, but his soul will fly,
The beautiful male born in a cage,
Now you will fly in the blue sky.
Regret first clouds of the season,
With showers that made you wet,
Angry loud noise and your rage,
A cover on cage and you were set.
On daily basis I gave you food,
And changed water of your pot,
You watched my service silently,
I never knew you loved me a lot!
Today, when I opened the doors,
You came out and sat on my wrist,
Kissing softly by nibs my fingers,
And then your body's final twist!
I know you came to me for help,
Alas! You fell in the helpless palms!
Sorry sweetheart I couldn't save,
Who can save one from icy arms!
I also depend on a lovely sweetheart,
Know I shall also die in her arms,
Want to see life ending in a hug,
Final moments! Her love and charms!