Sacrifice

A beautiful dove once a while With its husband lived in a tree A handsome dovecote they built They made their own world in it The wind came with a smile The rains showered in praise of unity The nature made wonderful feelings The sun gave enough rays in cote They ate what they got from fields They praised the world and heaven The force behind the existence Their thoughts were always in positive Mutual help and kisses they made And often sung their own songs Never they made a disturbance there The leafy branches moved slow in wind As if there the birds are not hurt Eggs the she bird the dove laid The husband went for collecting food Everything was perfect and orderly Until the villain came to disturb A bird catcher came there to trace And he found the pairs and the nest Somehow got the husband bird in his net And before the she bird he killed it Unbearable the sorrow and emotion of her And the poacher wandered in forest He missed the ways to return And there was no fire available near And there came a heavy wind and rain He feared danger and took shelter Under the same tree the birds lived Carrying the corpse of the dead bird But unable to eat for want of fire The she bird flown to distance And carried a stick of fire in her mouth Thrown in the ground near the poacher And dried leaves and sticks easily threw There he made the fire for himself And put the dead bird for his food The tearful she bird thought a moment Without my best half what life it is She herself sacrificed in the fire The poacher happily ate her also The selfless life of the bird is a model Life itself is a sacrifice for kindness.