The two wings hope for a surge
But I require a third one!
The mind longs for a feel in the heights
But I need another will to take off.
The sky is vast and free I know
But it has storms and lighting there
And why should I take the risk of a flight
Living here is safe though it is not a life at all.
In the mid summer of pathos and pains here
My third wing begins to sprout
But I cut it off at once as I know
The other mind is not there within me.
Blows not the breeze of relief anymore,
My soul sobs for a while
The sky looks deserted for once
But I won`t take off still.
Mind has not even a mystery unresolved
That spans a life of fear and fog
Undone by the waves of smiles and words.
At last I feel like flying
The nights have turned darker than ever before
And the timid hours of sleep have begun to haunt.
There is a need for a flight indeed!
But there is no sky left for me!
Finding a blind alley in life is a situation experienced by almost all the people at one or the other time...therein lies the universality of the lines and images...but i don't understand the tense-agreement of the title and the poem...there must be some reason for sure, as these days my interpretation is not in tune! a good poem one can relate to his own situation!
When the third wing begins to sprout, to your dismay you find that there is no sky left for you! How sad! This is the paradox of life! Lack of space and no foothold leave many distressed! You are the voice of such! Excellent metaphoric representation!
There is a need for a flight indeed! But there is no sky left for me! , , , wonderful lines, ,
The very essence of life.'' No sky left for me! '' Really a symbolic picture that draws the uncertainty of life.An amazing poem.jk
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great imaginary my friend, yes a third wing we need to reach our dreams...this would be courage to do it!