A beautiful little infant
With eyes so promising.....
Struggling its way out of the shell
Into a world, so unknown.....
Hoping to see the best,
Fly the highest,
Conquer the strongest.....
Nurtured by a loving mother,
Idolizing its ancestors
Yet not ready to ensconce,
With just another soaring fly.....
Featherless, yet a naked courage
Shining on the countenance
With a spirit, before which,
The world could bow down....
Hopping with its tiny wings
On the cozy straws underneath
A desire to jump up and fly someday....
Race with its kith and kin
Flutter over the clouds,
Across the celestials,
And on the rushing ocean tides......
Yet life had to turn its face
And bring to light,
The scars and wounds.....
Some indelible imprints
Impressed on the young mind.....
Blocking the innocent vision
Of pure, uncaring adventure......
As predators scavenge on fellow fliers
Terror sinks deep into the tender heart....
An urge to spread its wings
Repressed by the fear of loss of breath
Yet firmly it moved on
Knowing not the fatal consequences
And made its first flight....
Over the unfriendly greenery
Tearing through its intricate wings.....
Thorns of poisonous cruelty
Laughing a mirthless laugh over its agony.....
A sight so grievous....
A world so heartless......
Yet farther it moved,
Over rocky terrains, through roaring thunders
Seeing how merciless destiny chose to be.....
A shot, and a cry of pain,
Tumbling down it came
The little bird was slain....
Breathing,yet so painfully lifeless....
Like a fish in an empty pond
It still twitches and turns....
Though Irony shows its little mercies
And lets the bird live on
It writhes forever in the shatters of distress
Rendered, so brutally, flightless....
