The Broken Wings

The Broken Wings

Where am I?

I cry, gag, and wake up with a whack.
I am out, aghast, where is my sac?

The wonderful care and sweet gentle stare.
I crawl and cling, funny wobbly fling.
So, day by day I am made aware
of my two strong wings to flap and flair.

The deep blue sky and the shifting winds,
I soar and slide, giddily glide.
The wings are forever, I think in trance.
I race nonstop, one way advance.

Years went by…Now, why can’t I?
I push and try to fly in the sky,
My broken wings and faulty swings.

May someone come to carry me again,
I don’t want to cling to the broken wings.

The cycle of life and a pause of death,
The time has come to get new wings.

——–

A journey from birth to the life cycle.

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  2. prof. Sumati Kanade
    માર્ચ 31, 2014 @ 13:57:37

    Dear Saryu,
    “Broken wings” appeals to my heart . It is highly philosophical and touching.
    Prof. Sumati Kanade

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  3. pragnaju
    ફેબ્રુવારી 11, 2014 @ 14:45:18

    May someone come to carry me again,
    I don’t want to cling to the broken wings.

    The cycle of life and a pause of death,
    The time has come to get new wings.
    Nice
    even with broken wings you may say
    I could fly higher than an eagle,
    ’cause He is the wind beneath my wings.

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