Gliding In The Air Poem by Naveed Akram

A bird is wrestling the wind with its feathers,
Even then the flight is smooth, as smooth as the air.

Best of the eagles are against the flight of others,
Eventually they look like a mouth, as smooth as the air.

A strange spectacle has been captured in the rain,
After a bird, not reptile, does fly south, as smooth as the air.

When strangers bespeak a multifarious journey through the air,
I gather it is more than just levitation or youth, as smooth as the air.

I love the young journey to the east,
A happy rhythm up north, as smooth as the air.

Why do we hesitate to look powerful?
When we glide in the sky, as smooth as the air.