The Broken Wings
Posted in કાવ્યો by saryu on February 11th, 2014
The Broken Wings
Where am I?
I cry, gag, and wake up with a whack.
I am out, aghast, where is my sac?
I am out, aghast, where is my sac?
The wonderful care and sweet gentle stare.
I crawl and cling, funny wobbly fling.
So, day by day I am made aware
of my two strong wings to flap and flair.
The deep blue sky and the shifting winds,
I soar and slide, giddily glide.
The wings are forever, I think in trance.
I race nonstop, one way advance.
Years went by…Now, why can’t I?
I push and try to fly in the sky,
My broken wings and far off swings.
May someone come to carry me again,
I don’t want to cling to the broken wings.
The cycle of life and a pause of death,
The time has come to get new wings.
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From Birth to life-cycle journey
