An Eaglet Among The Hens Poem by Sahil SharifdinEnglish

A wingless eaglet was silent and sad,
Among the hens so happy and glad:
Laughing, singing and dancing hens,
Scratching ground to peck at grains.
Of their voices, they were so proud.
Their eyes focused on the ground.
Hanging their crest, waving their wings;
Showing the eaglet the petty things.
Trying to fly a few furlongs
Around the eaglet, they sang songs.
Saying, O, our dear eaglet,
We are the best of all on the planet.
Fly like us, walk like us,
Eat like us and talk like us.
The pen we live in is so vast,
More than a thousand, it does cost.
Our job is to eat, drink and sleep.
Neither we plough, nor we reap.'
The silent eaglet didn't say a word.
He considered himself a different bird.
Praying for wings and wishing to fly
Perhaps, he aimed at kissing the sky.
He had no intention to make any nest.
His goal was so far that he couldn't rest.
He was desperately waiting for wings.
He considered the hens useless beings.
Sense of greatness ran in his blood.
He would dare fire, wind and flood.