WORD STREAM (38) SKY

  SKY
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Dear pigeon,
Who teaches you to fly?,
Above, in the limitless sky,
Your image,resting on wings-so high.

You are ahead of land,water, and forest,
Free from will and desire,you divine angel,
In the lap of spread-sheet of limitless space,
Shaking wings,above depth of sea,top of hill.

Down, you see your siblings- their wide open beaks,
You come to them, feed them, leave your paradise,
Embrace, shelter them,your little wings shed them,
Beneath your wings,they feel dark night ,and sunrise.

You now look at the sky,but love the soil.the land,
Feed the  seeds in the open beak of your infants,
You see the vast sky, in their blinking, little eyes,
See script on horizon,listen to mother nature's chant.

One day,these  little children will grow up,will stand,
They will spread their wings, will depart,to fly high,
They will call you,to come along,will invite you,
Your old wings will flutter in vain,and they will deny.

You will be helpless,will sit alone on the branch of tree,
Seeing past dreams of all the reality,and all the lies,
Yes,sky is yours, and it will always be.Vast unlimited.
One day, be ready, to fly,above,above,and above all skies.
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                                                             (C) keshav dubey
                                                                 12-8-2019