Far behind the flight of birds that float,
I see you little bird up in the sky,
Fluttering and flapping your teeny wings so hard, so fast
To keep in pace with your gritty family,
To reach home before the sun sinks,
To rise early, before the sun rise..
Not complaining of their inattention to you,
Not afraid of losing your way in the vast blue sky,
Not scared of the eerie heights and the big clouds that come your way,
Dreaming of becoming a big bird soon......
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You fly, fly ,fly little bird……
Ah how I wish I had your valor!,
this battle was never so harder……
Wonderful to read most imaginative, Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Wonderful.. Well it teches us one thing that little bird.. Keep trying and keep flapping your wings .. you will reach the destination some time ..
ReplyDeleteBikram's
I love it :)
ReplyDeleteand thanks for your comments :)
Stunning picture and perfect words to fit it.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautifully written post! I sometimes wish I were a little bird again--I'm 76 & my wings are getting tired.
ReplyDeleteFly fly the little bird to a place where's no lust, pain and sorrow awaits you, loved it :)
ReplyDeleteWeakest LINK
yesshhh...
ReplyDeletethe lil birdy has promises to keep of its own
before rest n sleep it can enjoy...
but never forget to enjoy the flight!! ;)
mmhmm tis is a perfect example of optimism, only who knows what its really thinking;0
ReplyDelete@deeps wasnt tat robert frost inspired??haha
ReplyDelete"miles to go before i sleep..."
ohh sure... everyone knows it haha...
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful. Well written.
ReplyDeleteHappy Onam to you re
ReplyDeletehappy onam!!!!! i am unable to open your blog!
ReplyDeleteStunning poem and stunning picture. Great post overall!
ReplyDeletelove the spirit of this.
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