The Lame In The Lane Poem by VIPINS PUTHOORAN
The Lame In The Lane
My wings are strong and so I am,
The beak is sharp and so my wisdom.
I've light in beady eyes and soul.
Though the stare of your eyes-
will never pierce in my body as bullets.
And curse of your words-
will never stab in my soul as arrows.
I can see the lust of your tongue
For the taste of my meat.
But nothing will tremble me.
''You can make arrows for me,
To cage me in your freedom''.
But sronger are my wings and my life
I can soar in the sky
But can you ever?
Lo' ''You are still the lame in the lane''.
Again the nurture of positive attitude through austerity is observed in yor poem...Indefatigable and indomitable spirit of poetry
I like the Optimism. Nicely written. Pls read and comment on my new write, 'Dearly loved, do you hear me? ', Thanks, Sam
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10/31/2024 6:05:20 PM # 1.0.0
Yet again triumphant use of imagery in your poems. This is vintage stuff stored in cool layers of Ireland! A wine which attracts attention of the readers. A meaningful poem. A pat on your shoulder for sharing this poem.....