To Be Weak Is a Crime
Once, there stood in the open sky
My teacher, my brother, my friend and I.
My friend saw an eagle suddenly dive
Onto a little dove and swallowing it half-alive.
My friend sadly said, Oh, what a bad time”!
“What was this little lovely dove’s crime”?
My teacher said, “Its crime was that it was weak
And had not the same claws and similar a beak!!!
Copyright © Aejaz Zafar | Year Posted 2010
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