The Tiresome Bird. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

My wings are slowly tiresome
The eye vision slightly disturbed
I can't fly in heights
And seek preys from the earth
Days were there when my ambition in heights
To reach in heights to the skies
Near the stars, moon that I liked
Surely I feared the sun and its heat
Who can destroy my wings in flames
Now I am tired enough to pass
This life journey here entitled
My vision is thread bared in ages
I think about the old days with mother
I know this is the rule of law.