you gave me your wings
your share of wind
and your share of sky
i flew high up in the sky
talking to winds and daring the sun...
oh sire...my father..
your eagle is wounded now
wings clipped
wind gone
the piece of sky all blurred and grey
you stand on the ground
watching your eagle fall
wounded, tired, lost, struggling to keep the dive...
lost in her own piece of sky
your eyes... all wet and sad...
i always told you
you were a bad investment banker
you invested in wrong stocks
your fixed deposit all gone
looted by the corrupt bank
you worked too hard with no result...
you chose a wrong eagle
the weak one
and though it flew for few hours
now it is ready
to dive to death
oh sire..my father...
please forgive me
i wasted your wing
your sky
your wind
your share of wind
and your share of sky
i flew high up in the sky
talking to winds and daring the sun...
oh sire...my father..
your eagle is wounded now
wings clipped
wind gone
the piece of sky all blurred and grey
you stand on the ground
watching your eagle fall
wounded, tired, lost, struggling to keep the dive...
lost in her own piece of sky
your eyes... all wet and sad...
i always told you
you were a bad investment banker
you invested in wrong stocks
your fixed deposit all gone
looted by the corrupt bank
you worked too hard with no result...
you chose a wrong eagle
the weak one
and though it flew for few hours
now it is ready
to dive to death
oh sire..my father...
please forgive me
i wasted your wing
your sky
your wind
I'm not sure whether I should cry or be worried? I think we all feel we have let someone down but my friend that is the journey. This beautifully written but sad. If you need a friend, just give a shout out!
ReplyDeleteJules @ Trying To Get Over The Rainbow
What an excellent poem. I could sense a hint of sadness...yet beautifully written with the message coming across.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
Wow what a beautifully written post about the Eagle. Sorry its wings were clipped by the bad person but hope it is better
ReplyDeletekim
I always find this eagle brave...a fighter!!The wounds will heal because this eagle is a survivor.This eagle will fly and fly high with strong wings.
ReplyDeleteGod bless.
:( Sush! YOU wasted nothing! God is taking care of you. He will see that you keep flying high and keep smiling.
ReplyDeleteI think your eagle will be like a phoenix! And rise from the flames!
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Samantha
Even the weakest eagle is strong. And nature will heal all, if we let it.
ReplyDeleteThis post is beautiful !
ReplyDeleteThank you for your lovely comment !
Take care. xx
Beautiful poem. Love it really. Take care Sush and have a blessed evening.
ReplyDeleteThought provoking post. Beautifully written, disturbingly real. Your words evoke a range of emotions...sadness, loss, disappointment, remorse. The written message within the lines of this poem tugs at the heart of your readers...it is a moving piece. God bless.
ReplyDeleteI completely agree with what 'Positive Thinker' and others have written...this eagle is strong...no matter what...whatever the Sire has invested in this eagle, has not gone waste...an eagle with beautiful soul has evolved...it is now finding solace in investing all its worth in getting another eagle evolved...a beautiful journey altogether, all together...
ReplyDeleteoooh!the throbbing feeling of pain and losing out.
ReplyDeleteMaybe at the moment the situation looks grim but i am sure that the eagle will live through this and bear it all...for this too shall pass and the eagle will fly with all the wind beneath it's wings in that lovely blue sky.
Tears turning into words...very moving and if it makes u feel any better there were times i felt the same too.
But hey today i feel nothing gets wasted...especially not good upbringing and one day u realise that u r a cut above the rest.
Try to change the parameters and see and u shall understand what i mean.