Friday, April 25, 2008

Flightless....


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....

3 comments:

ATAullah said...

man ! u have such amazing talent of narration and gripping the person through poems .

it just makes me wish that i hadn't gone away for so long so not to read the ones you write .

you know the post did actually signify the poor and the other likes who were not allowed to live or may be fly and when they did they were pulled back down with just enough things to live and not dream .

Ritayan said...

u hv become a poetess far beyond my wildest imaginations..u have no idea wat u hv created here......i hv no words for it its painfully beautiful....its jst too too good.......sis.....kudos....

Tushar Mangl said...

Great :-)