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The Eagle Escapes From the Chicken Pen

A little bit before the usual time My mind dawned in spite of the short time dozed I didn’t even plan to have it as I have But least known to my thoughts Today was the day long destined by fate to be mine A few minutes passed as current affairs sipped into my mind Then somehow a pen found its way to my hand and with it I jotted the recipes That was a few minutes to four a.m. Least known to me the journey had begun By the time my mind had emptied the facts on paper I saw clearly that I couldn’t be a moment late Yesterday my horoscope warned me against Sagittarius’ cautious ways Since today seemed to be the day I decided to let my carelessness spirit me away Events driven frantically by rampaging heartbeats Moments devoured hastily by anticipating anxieties Scenery changed as did the imagery And as magic would have it, here I now am In a reality hundreds of miles away from yesterday’s realities Seated on a bed in a cheap yet comfy boarding room Planning, plotting, anticipating the beauty and liberties of a new reality Today I feel free Today I thank my spirit for driving me to this bliss Today I seize the opportunity to crystallize my dreams I am in the wake of my destiny And for that I indeed do believe divinity endows me Tomorrow I hope to be led to the nest where my dreams shall be hatched Today the eagle brood over by a chicken Has escaped the meagre chicken pen to the beauty of freedom Today the eagle is soaring free in the sky where it belongs The sky where the spirits of achievements are high Today I feel the wind soothe the muscles beneath my wings Today I feel the strength of my feathers I have hope! I believe even more in my dreams Today has washed away all my past sorrows Today I forever bar away yesterday’s pains And only usher in the joys of tomorrow Today and the many today’s that shall follow I shall live as only I can Finally, my time to live has come And to live I shall, only in the greatest way I can Finally, I am glad to be a part of the heavens I used to see above Finally, I’m rid of the worries those contented to be on the dust have Finally, I’ve risen to earn my rights Finally, I can honestly thank and say I’m glad

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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