He was lying on the road
After a sudden accident,
Thought he was dead
But, his heart was beating.
His friend flight down slowly,
Picked him with his tiny beak
And between his wings
Carrying him heavily
Asking him not to surrender
And fight the eminent death
Predicting a hopeful future, together,
Along the grass, between the trees.
'I'm sorry my friend'
-Answered the other bird-
' I became a heavy burden
on your shoulder
wasting your time,
losing your physical power
let me go and die away from the sky'
-said the injured bird-
'Hope is a virtue that exists
among Man, not for birds
we're helpless in front of
the supreme power,
that's why I surrender. '
'I'm sorry my friend'
-Said the pained bird-
' stay alive, fight for life
my friend, you're mercy from god
my friend, you're the one who's
going to enlighten our way by Hope
because you stood against death
and fought the supreme power
and proved that Hope
is the pursuit of life
the power by which we struggle
to reach a new-day and see
a rising sun of a future plan'
-Answered the bird's friend-
A very moving poem yet a motivational write, a good value and worth to read it..10! _Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Write comment. Such a nice poem, Yosra B. Read my poem, Love and Iust. Thanks