Om Chawla Poems
|83.||Betrayal - Of Faith Or Of Nature||8/25/2013|
|84.||An Infant's Smile||10/16/2013|
|85.||Cry Of A Soul||10/26/2012|
|86.||Beyond The Horizon||9/18/2012|
|87.||A Poor Man's Lot||12/3/2012|
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Have you not seen the bird
flying far, again and again
collecting straws to weave a nest-
a home- for its young ones to be.
As eggs are hatched
out come the young
chirping or crying, to be fed,
the bird flies again, and again
to feed the young
who cannot fly
It chews the grain but does not swallow
beak to beak it feeds young fellow
caressingly and lovingly
so all are fed properly.
Young get wings, by and by:
and coaxed by the mother bird;
attempt to fly.
Then suddenly one day
the young one flies far away
It knows ...
Beyond The Horizon
Yonder in the West,
Just before it sets,
Sun lingers, as if to cast one last look
Over what it illumined through the day.
Soon the sun shall bury itself,
Deep down the horizon in the West,
As if to rest;
And rise again to illumine-
What it had illumined earlier-