Clipped Feathers
My feathers clipped by ruthless time
Me in my prime
In a prison
Of life’s treason
Some strength ,still left inside my heart
To freshly start
To get going
Again flying
My patience helped ,to grow new wings
Those feathered things
A flight to dreams
Now, easy seems!!
11/10/12
By- Irfana ali Bhat
Contest- Just A Minute!
Copyright © Irfana Ali Bhat | Year Posted 2012
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