Do little birds
hesitate,
to jump
from nests
perched like cliffs?

Do little birds
pray,
to ricochet
from the ground
towards the clouds?

Or, do little birds
learn,
to flap
feeble wings;
a desperate plight to survive?

I've been asking every time I fall asleep,
that when I close my eyes, will I still be in one's heart to keep?
When tomorrow comes and I won't be awake,
will there be someone who'll cry for my sake?
If at the middle of the day, I will suddenly fall,
is there anyone who'll answer my last cry and call?
When everything is done and in time, I'll be gone,
will you remember the moment when I was your beloved one?