For a change, I'm posting a poem about a bird's flight I wrote sometime back. As you'll notice, a human being's journey and plight is not much different from this bird's :) Here goes...
The Flight of Life
Soothing, serene, sumptuous,
Crisp, calm, and curious,
Pure, pervasive, piercing –
The eternal sounds of Nature
Seem to flow from within.
The sky wears
Sashays of myriad hues
With a stream of changing tones
The diverse life beneath
So tirelessly hones.
The trials of life
Are all too apparent –
In every whisper,
In every thunder,
In every glance discontent.
The bird flies back
To its broken nest,
And with bruised feather,
Peck by li’l peck,
Puts it all together.
Then, with dimming light,
Closes its beady eyes,
And dreams of a distant flight –
When the nest will not be broken,
When its young will have enough to
eat,
When the wings will be stronger than
ever,
When the chains of labor won’t tie
its feet…
So said once a seer, mighty, old and
wise.
