Ravi A
Ottapalam- Kerala State- India

The Annals Of Life

Unto the western skies
She is making her morning flight.
Unto the waters of life
She is opening out her wings.

Thro’ the thickness of the morning mist,
It is all a lonesome flight.
Upon her wings and throbbing chest
She carries the call of her chicks.

Till the eve, in ardent thoughts,
They gaze unto the western skies.
And at the sight of their mother
They are drawn to a celestial happiness.

There- after a day’s weariness
She is back into her chestnut tree.
From a distant stream and windy fields,
She hath brought the grains of life.

And she shares it with her chicks,
Nurses them unto the silent night and waking dreams.
And, feeling for the distant meads,
She closes her eyes for yet another morning flight.
Monday, January 19, 2009
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COMMENTS
the sun mother of earth...lovely day
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Eyan Desir 12 May 2009
Very nice good write
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Sonya Florentino 22 April 2009
the maternal instinct is the instinct of survival itself... to give life, the protect life, to nurture life
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Indira Babbellapati 29 January 2009
bird beast or human, mother is mother!
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