Treasure Island

SALINI NAIR

(kottayam)

The wings


Intend to reach the sky
So that never stoop or plea
The wings are not apparent to thee
Mighty dream not evident the way
Still and the waive is obvious
Feather is not vigorous in terms

Lovely heights that charm the self
But the wings are not able to soar
Lovely wings that need to set
Truth should energize the feather
Righteousness should polish the wings
Justice should stretch the wings

In an astonished way it flew to thee
Where dreams are apparent
Pain that never nest on wings
Where can float with insistence
There the way is obvious
Spectator of all from heights

But a stranger for this space
Links are not plotted anyway
Loner beyond the loam of life
Need to roam in crowded space
Wings depart in the hue of wish
But love embraced for its return

©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.

Submitted: Monday, June 23, 2014

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