Eagle Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

Eagle

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Wings moving with wind,
eyes darting hither and tither
the eagle soared slowly up,
in a spiral arc, with tornado's vigour.

Scaling the heights is its routine
swimming with clouds a sport;
It plays with kin, hoots in triumph
wafting cosmic spirit into its deport.

Still the bird knows its confines,
the sky's limits, sun's fiery stare;
Its space sojourn a pilgrimage
for its roots are in earth's lair.

Earth is its benign host,
satiates hunger, gives safe nest
from enemies up and down,
makes skylore denser than forest.

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