His First Flight
Across the scarlet sunset ,
I see a little sea-bird.
Pretending to be strong ,
Actually its making a feeble cry.
Flapping wings again and again,
Its afraid and not giving a try.
The great sky and the vast sea ,
Are making its throat dry.
Everybody came to boost it up ,
Finally mother came with a fishful cup.
In the name of God ,
The little one jumped.
With eyes closed and heart thumped.
And wow! its magic ,
Its faith, its love.
That made it fly ,
Above the sea and across the sky.
Inspired BY 'HIS FIRST FLIGHT' (Liam O' Flaherty)
Copyright © Archana Garg | Year Posted 2013
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