This is a woman…. And her life!
Like a migratory bird devoid of
The nest of its own to roost every
night,
In the company of its mate, in
bliss.
Wandering through far distant and
strange lands;
Searching for food and a shore for
shelter
Across the sea in the trail of
those
Who flew that way before her…
Leaving behind the nest that heard
her first cry
For the nectar of life, from
mother’s breast;
Renouncing the comforting consolations
of loved ones
And their affectionate caresses
and safety,
Flying away into the boundless
horizon.
A migratory bird!
Strange faces, when spotting an
unseen land all around,
Bizarre habits of the people and
the curious life style;
Life forgetting the dreams, forgotten to see and at last,
Like the wilting flowers of the
evening
Ending like the shadows that fade
away;
Again revamping a lust for flying
again,
Into the plethoric magnitude of
the sky,
Leaving behind, a faint flutter of
the striving wings.
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