Treasure Island

Anjesh shekhar

(8-10-1993 / Bokaro Steel CIty, Jharkhand)

The Sun Bird


The sun bird flew high and high
for its destination was sun
but as it drew near its wings did burn
from the heat of the sun but it did not die
it fell down on the earth
and waited till its wings took rebirth
it again flew only to burn its wings and fall
towards the earth but its hope stood atall
for mythology says its divine love for sun
has given it power not to die from burn
so with patience infinite again it flew
with hopes full and wings anew
towards the sun only to burn
but it got up again and flew
towards the sun
towards its destination

Submitted: Thursday, August 16, 2007
Edited: Tuesday, March 29, 2011

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