We too want to fly
high and high
above the sky.
How the wings flutter
in the air,
without fear.
we want to know,
the clouds like snow,
how arrange their show!
We all must know.
We the women,
wish to gain,
freedom as rain,
sometimes in sea,
often in the sky,
as series of cloud.
Our will flying high
above the sky,
to get its goal must fly!
If we come back after
being winged from our
flights, we are tamed as
the golden eagle,
the speediest
yet desired to be in chain,
happily!
Why don't we get winged?
It would be wonderful to fly so high both physically and spiritually, but we are all tethered one way or another. Great poem Hari.
The poem about the spirit, a very essential poem to awake the sleeping spirit to fly and claim the beautiful scenery from above and higher_Soul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yeah! Why don't we get winged? How nice would it be then! ! I totally agree with you!