March 10, 2014 at 06:04 pm
Poem, G (All)
Philosophy | Peace | Contemporary
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So far but so Close
Dream Feathers from wounded wings of a Flower Bird fell down on Earth.
It was hoping to witness its own days of Mirth.
Silent hell is better than a noisy heaven.
Love can't be compelled to be given.
Humanity washed out its Sanity and the bird was nowhere to be seen.
Even the almighty closed its chapter; layer of Love is so lean.
Is it a flower like Bird or a Bird like flower?
Bird is hurt so bad; but by closing our gaze, are we really looking clever?
Spirituality beholds Sanity; Bird just woke up meekly.
Wings flapped a bit; hell or heaven, it can survive bleakly.
A soothing voice whispered into its ears;
"If this is the worst, you are bound to get better only;
Best will take care of the rest. Get up and Survive".
The Bird and its dreams are original. It is trying to crawl.
It said aloud, "I won't die before I fly".
© Stellar Ram 2014
© stellarram - all rights reserved
We all are Birds who love to fly high. Sometimes, we get injured. We have to resurrect and refresh ourselves. Survival is the Key.
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