The little bird so wanted to fly
to soar high, to touch the sky
but dare she not attempt again
still fresh from her fall and pain
The wind sensed the birdies despair
her confidence was low, needed repair
rustled around the leaves of the tree
sang an inspired tune in her ears did he
"Little bidie, come shed your fears
Forget the past and wipe your tears
Success is yours among many things
just fly with me beneathe your wings"
The bird perched herself on the nest edge
spreading her wings for one last try
The wind nudged her off the ledge
heaving strong gusts for her to fly
And Lo!
With ease the bird flew thru the air
round the tree and over the fencing
for in her heart she was fully aware
She had the mighty wind beneathe her wing..
2 comments:
An awesome poem I have just a friend like this. What a beautiful poem. thank you.
Beautiful.......Very well written! :) Thats the story of life though......
"Log har mod pe ruk-ruk ke sambhalte kyun hai......
Itna darte hain toh phir ghar se nikalte kyun hain!!!!!!" :D
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