A Poet In The Role Of Jonathan Livingston Seagull Poem by Ramakrushna Sahu

Words are my wings
And the endless silence
Is the field of my flying.

I obey not any authority
Who direct my wings to collect food
Nor I obey who loves my flying
To paint my wings
With the colours they like

I am born to fly
In between the vastness of blue
Below the dancing depth
And above boundless mute

Flying is my food
And failure is my love
From high above the sky
Flying with a tremendous speed
To dive deep into death
And to rise again to see
That I am not defeated

Yes, I like flying as far as possible
Bothering not
What danger awaits me
I fly not for any praise
Not even for flying sake
But for mastering the speed
To reach there
with a moment's desire
Where no wing can reach.

Words are my wings
And the endless silence
Is the field of my flying.