She died at last...

The bird was down on the ground

An angel had heard her 'HELP' sound

The angel came & took her in hands

Examining the wounds she applied some bands

The bands were enough but wounds were still there

Before flying she had to seek out for her pair

Didn't able to find even a single companion

She had set her own opinion

Now I wont trust anyone she spoke out

Hunter was gentle & kind was her doubt

No trust no care no love for me now

She said to herself taking a vow

But still unable to wash out the memory

There was hunter all over her mind's territory

Wounds were fresh, disabled her flying

She spent all her day crying

She even forgot to take her meals

Had lost even the feeling to feel

No sleep at all at night

Even in the dark she had hunter in sight

Was it affection or the divine attachment

But now all she wanted to seek enlightenment

All confused, full of questions

She had lost all her emotions

Somehow she managed to get back

But hunter was there standing in the same track

Hunter was aiming another creature with his knife

She decided to distract his aim & save a life

But now also she was wrong

Hunter was aiming her only, loudly singing a song

Yet another aim yet another claim

Down into pieces, she had no one to blame

Still in shock "Why again me??"

Now asking from Lord Thee

Almighty said surviving is an art

I said Oh God!! It was yet again my bloody HEART :-( :-( :-(