Majestic, high soaring eagle,
Shoots down the sea’s seething surface,
In a sec, a big fish writhes for life,
In the strong clutches of its claw.
Booming eagle flies towards a tree,
To have a feast of fish flesh.
But where from so many crows,
Follow him to snatch his prey?
In the struggle he dropped the fish.
With the falling fish,
The numerous crows go!
The eagle again soars high,
Without those silly birds’ nuisance.
The moment you hold an object,
Troubles are sure to encircle you.
As the hold is flung away,
Those troubles too are also gone.
Morning, when you wake up,
Bundle of your thoughts too rise with you.
When you dropp your self in deep sleep,
Where those niggling thoughts are gone?
Do you wish to be free as the soaring eagle?
If so, dropp all your wishes!
One way to let go wishes is -
Love deeply Mother Universe!
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