The Wings

Intend to reach the sky So that never stoop or plea The wings are not apparent to thee Mighty dream not evident the way Still and the waive is obvious Feather is not vigorous in terms Lovely heights that charm the self But the wings are not able to soar Lovely wings that need to set Truth should energize the feather Righteousness should polish the wings Justice should stretch the wings In an astonished way it flew to thee Where dreams are apparent Pain that never nest on wings Where can float with insistence There the way is obvious Spectator of all from heights But a stranger for this space Links are not plotted anyway Loner beyond the loam of life Need to roam in crowded space Wings depart in the hue of wish But love embraced for its return ©2014 SALINI.S.NAIR. All rights reserved.