Do not weep at my sick bed side
For beyond the immediate pain
I still fly;
Fly out into the vast sky
Making merry with the birds....
I peck at the wood
At the gardens yonder
My heart involved in the task
A part of the family
Working hard, creating a nest
As eager they chirp
They give music to my soul
I feel at ease
I live in their world
As one of them
I fly at sunrise
It is as if only my whim!
All of life's pleasures
Are mine in memory lanes
Go and live your life
making your life as lively as mine
Not letting fleeting time's fingers
Hold you back!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~maliniKadir
Body may be in chain of disease, but soul is free to fly where you like.Nothing can destroy soul.Nice!
A free spirit. You soar above your troubles and pain, continuing to enjoy life despite all- something not easy to do. My best to you.
wow...nice piece...more ink to your pen and more inspiration...how are u?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the poetes rational thinking is explicit in this vbeautiful poem. shan