Lord, has blessed birds wings
they commute,
they astray miles in sky
from swamp to snow,
over the flat sea,
onto mountain cliffs
against the storms, by the tornadoes
These bohemians fly;
wherever wings steer them
irrespective of direction,
irrespective of time
And what humans have is-
imagination;
and, a will to execute them
About the Author
Krb Saurabh
Joined: 14 Aug, 2015 | Location: , India
Kumar Raj Birantha Saurabh, hails from Jehanabad(Bihar), is an engineer by profession, philatelist, pan India traveller, comic kid, insane lover of rap poetry, and writer at times. He has so far co-authored over half dozen anthologies such as Winged...
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