Fly Comments

now fly slowly, the twisted-wavered teardrop fall in my existence; still, I hear you fly in my mind-body as clouds floating in the sky- - metasensual delight. unfleshly.. very nice poem my dear poet. your imagination and diction are wonderful. tony

I will fly just as the hope of the homeless, and as the waving of the Bay of Bengal and as the tiredness of ploughing farmers' and as the secret sparks of a second coming.............//// flying; the sign of escaping from reality but in these lines this word brings the sign of enjoyment the every single moment of life with the nature as a part an parcel of it/// great write