Hegemony Of Personal Agenda Poem by Ayni Poet

Around the seen world,
Thousands of eagles descend
From the cosmic womb,
Spreading wide
At the sighs of the sky.

Each hopes to be a solitary prince,
To sharpen its best assets
And the acuity to prey.

Each lands in muds of pride,
Competing hard with lofty fellows
For an enticing slice of meat.

Their personal agenda keeps
Their wings heavy as steel,
Their eyes screening for monolithic peaks,
But those have missed
The jubilance of the simple, natural
Free-flying life.

Death comes and finds them bitter,
Among thunders and ruins
Mulling over and over
That in fact, ignorance had hunted them.