Wounded dove ( poem from many lives many cries)

Wounded Dove ( Wings Of Fire)



Falling from the sky
It came down,
And fell on the ground.
Broken and broken apart,
Robbed and looted
As such that it could never be mended again,
And couldn't even yet
 ever fly again.
Every dream fell shattered,when this poor little innocent,
Peaceful and silent bird fell down shattered.
Still there were clouds in his dreams, and was finding godswill
In this ordeal and plight of his failed flight.
Still but he kept praying, asking for mercy,
From all the angels of God.
But his eyes had to convey something,though wounded so rough and hard.
His eyes were only saying,just for once smile bright alive
And laugh it off.
If you have lost it all today tomorrow thence, it shall come back again.
Hold that unhealing grief into your deep breaths.
Even that same tiring and trippy pain turns out to be so helpful as that useful.
Transforming those blood cuddling damaged and wounded wings,up to the wild and
furiously raging wings of fire.
Flying back once again in that free breathtaking open aired sky,
With the new resolutions and commitments to cross all
The uncharted levels of its flight.

                 ....BY ABHIJIT PATIL

(This poem is in my recently published book MANY LIVES MANY CRIES,PRESENTLY TRYING TO DEDICATE TO ALL MY LOVELY INDIBLOGGERS )

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