A Nightingale

A broken heart in the sky
Filling the atmosphere with his cry
Though his cry is a song to us
Creating in us a great fuss
Such a painful cry of a heart
Tears our hearts into part
Nobody knows why he's crying
By constant singing his throat is drying
It seems that he will kill himself
And leave us with this great pelf
The pelf of sorrow which will inspire
His offsprings to kindle a fire
The fire of love in their hearts
Which are broken into parts
Suddenty he fell into a dale
And this was the end of a nightingale.

by Mohammad Akmal Nazir

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