The star-studded heavens
Smiled and called her
And she out a deep desire
Told that she will fly to them
A day will come to her
When she will have wings.
She never looked on the flowers,
The singing rivers,
The ravines of the greenery,
The blue bulky oceans,
The lake with smiling lotus,
The swans that swam,
The sea-gulls scream,
The music of the nightingale,
The calls of the sky- lark.
Yet she longed for wings
She lamented for a birth
That gave her wings to fly
High and high to cross
Over to the deep depths
Of the blue heavens
To talk and play with
The inviting stars
That look into her
Deep blue eyes in invitation
Again and again!
She was determined
And believed of a day
Where she will sprout wings
As if she in her dreams
And move from star to star
And shine with them
And invite from heavens
Her folk on earth sprout wings
And to shine as stars
Not on earth.
But on the blue heavens!
And sent peals of laughter
Down to the earth in incitement!
A dream that takes one to sky high with wings to fly. A nice poem to read.
Like a fantasy in a deep real world.Nothing escapes.Nice thought VP!
the ethereal realms of existence...a life beyond this mortal existence.... well described!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. Beautiful piece of poetry nicely put together. Thanks for sharing.