A Tale Of A Mother Poem by vikas chaudhary

A child was intransignced to his mother for a story.
'mom plz tell me, no metter it's from future or history'

mother sits beside him, chew a piece of mace.
Nd put her loving nd caring hand on child's face.

Mother said 'bt promice first u'll sleep after this'
child innocntly says '' ok i'll sleep aftr ur gud nigt Kiss.

'HIS MOTHER STARTS THE STORY OF A BLADE EAGLE''

a killer, a good hunter nd stable wing.
He is the only one, known as bird's king.
He has confidence, his colour is grey.
He is more than a devil to his prey.
Sharp long sight, can see all around
whether it's a forest or a ground
unstoppable, dangerous, he is something strange
his attack can' t go waste, if prey is in range.
He has blade like legs, a good concentration.
He is perfect nd an evil creation.
He never forgives, he came from hell
then to killed by him, it's better to jump into a well.