Love: Bound and Unbound

Let love fly = With ethereal compassion, a soft glow in her eyes, she picks up the baby eagle, tries to convey words of eloquent reassurance, sincerely she tries. Look, June is here this morning; and sun is shining hot; last night’s storm belongs to last night; it has left an eagle; a homeless, hurt, upset baby; it feels forlorn, lost, caught. She takes it home; makes enclosures; feeds it with love, care. It still feels solo, alone within, fed by love, fed up. The enclosure of good concern grows smaller with time’s each turn. The bird’s soul belongs to the sky; in its eyes silent prayer flares up as it cries; shrill piercing call to its own kind. Let it fly. =© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar