He Is. Poem by Vir Shah

I see a lone eagle in the sky,
Floating gallantly...Unflinching...
Rivetting across the infinite sky,
Cutting it in all directions...
Its his after all...
His chin is up-
he's essaying pride.
He has spread wide his wings...
I think he challenged the sun
He'd block it.

Its been some time now,
And the sky is still...
The air snubs him...
the sun escapes!

I say 'wat indulgence,
Is he a loner? '
He stopped for a moment
I think he heard me,
And resumed again.

Thats what he chose to be.
Perhaps all he knows to be.