Milk Ceased

I drank life like a glass of milk,
As white and as sweet.

I observed the chirps
Of sparrows in the mornings
And thought sometimes
When will they cease?

I still have years to go
'casuse I forgot to tell you
I only sipped half of the glass.

But one thing I know,
That on the last drop,
I will stare at the wet empty bottom
And have my milk ceased.

Ali Noorani
June 16, 2007 (26/3/1386) – 10:35 a.m