It’s majestic silhouette
casts shadow over a minaret.
The open sky is it’s dwelling,
flying with a force, so compelling.
Reared as a bird of prey,
it’s talons kill and slay.
Keen eyesight, broad wingspan,
symbol of status for ancient clans.
Glides with wind’s drift,
it’s swing spry and swift.
Revered as feathered nobility,
epitome of credence and agility.
Adorned on national flags,
renders importance to brands.
Companion to Gods and barons,
freedom is synonymous with falcons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Really like this, to be free is the best thing in the world. Take a look at my poem called, death room.