Fly…

Beyond the world of ignorance

Summer Ducks

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A pack of them take off,

flew over the blue skies.

I saw them building up

geometric lines that nobody

else can follow.

 

They drove into infinity,

so my naked eyes can’t see them beyond.

They might be scared of the lifeless winter

when the snow chills their throats;

stabs their pounding hearts.

 

The thousands of miles they wander

finally reaches their homes

they may shed their cold tears,

or flutter their warm wings in joy

to feel the greens of mountains.

 

I admire the innocence they

occupy in their eyes and loudly quacks.

Every time I opened the balcony doors

they flew briskly towards me

expecting the joy of meals.

 

Here I stand behind the closed doors,

emotionless, hoping they will come next year

on a warm summer evening;

quaking desperately, letting me

know, how hungry they are!

 

 

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A Fall Leaf

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Drifted to the current
across the restless lake
She looked aimless
and flowing briskly despite
of her emotion.
The fellow pebble rocks
blocked her way  to eternity,
but she was unable to stick on them.
She was alone, bloomed so early
in last summer
with green silky fabrics on her.
Now, she is fallen, lost,
and trashed.
She had grief
her pain stabbed her throat
burned her heart to red.
Her dark spots revealed the
isolation from her mother tree.
She can’t go back; only
meant to drown and die.

 

I was a kite

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Yesterday, I was a kite,

wandering along the wind,

waving my tiny hands,

touching the seamless skies.

Despite of the directions,

up and downs,

I awkwardly moved,

with the strokes of strings:

I was tied onto.

Who tied me to the end?

But I flew with the flow,

My heart was wishing to

be down, lay on earth.

My throat was blocked,

and can’t split out,

the word- freedom.

Today I have the courage,

to cut off the strings,

I was tied onto.

Yes! I am free to

conquer the world.

 

Bird chirps

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Late the fall evenings,

the family arrives,

sits on the branches,

regularly.

Before the last winter,

they left the clouds,

but were two,

love birds.

They fly together,

sing at a uniform rhythm,

eat together,

swim in the little pound.

This moment a new born.

One red, guess the father,

other grey, with red beak, the mother-

son or daughter?

in grey feather, red beak!

They chirping,

training the kid;

how, to survive the world.

They leaped along with her,

watching the kid catching prey;

yelled, beat her with beaks,

when the kid refused to heed.

The kid tried to fly alone, but

cannot flutter high in air-

can’t blame her,

success comes after failures.

Waited last few weeks,

watching the kid fly, fail, fall,

crying in pain.

Time heals,

ecstasy diluted heart,

watching her flying ,

with a red feathered mate;

over the clouds and hills.

A Droplet

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Shimmering  in the sun,

suddenly ended her life.

Hanging vertically on to the

green leaf for a while,

finally attached

to the mother’s womb,

to born again!

No mysteries, but real.

Did she feel pain?

Did she sing her last song?

No one  know!

Did she dream of a lovely life,

reflecting all rays of colors,

as a wide rainbow?

No one know!

Did she swing to the wind,

which might throw her apart?

No one Know!

 

 

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