When a song-bird
gets tired
of singing love-songs, then
the bird does not remain
a song-bird more.
Therefore
twenty four hours I sing,
I am singing,
I will sing for you, o my rose.
This way my life will go and goes.
Sayeed Abubakar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-of-a-song-bird/
