FUSSY MANA Poem by SaddamOnce a bird was flying In sky, deep blue sky, alone and freely Nothing objection was there Her wings was keen to collect the sky Every direction was full of happiness. She cheeps and twitters in joy A freedom song, she always sings.
One day, she was plying with endless sky Suddenly, a sound of fear came A fussy man frantically shot her Poor bird came down to the earth.
The culprit, jibed for her fly The jealous man broke her wings He deplume her every feather And left her impatiently ....and poor bird got accused to death. © 2015 SaddamReviews
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