Life: A Salutation

Today when I was sitting near my balcony having a sip of tea alongwith glance at Newspaper, an injured bird out of the blue fallen in my feet, profused blood incessantly flowing from her wings. I could feel the pain of her but expression was too lively of her broken wings and injured feet she was trying to fly by putting her full energy, though she died, but it was not mere a death, she fought like a warrior with a desire to win. I salute her for a thought. Yes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! Life is fruitful, if we live for success and never give up till our last breath.