~Sagar Rijal~
I don’t know where
the birds go to die.
I have never seen,
a crow or a sparrow fall down
in midflight. Not the hunted birds;
the free wheeling ones,
that die natural deaths.
Do they have a place
where they wait when their
wings tire and their talons tremble?
Or do they despise us so much
that they hide their dead?
Can they keep on flying
till they crossover to the otherside?
When I watch birds,
these thoughts seem unseemly
on the face of their beauty. But
these questions dart across my mind
(Source : Suskera.com )
