rajagopal haran - Withering Wings

An egg is hatched
The fledgling crawls out of its shell
Unable to see and unable to fly
Limps around in pitch black darkness

Mother bird feeds it with fondness
Not only food but also love
Lots of sunrises and sunsets
Accrues into days of inaction

Wishes of the mother winnows into wings
Waning fears with the vigor of nature
Trials into air under
The paragon of love’s care

D-day has come
Taking off the plane
Detours the fledgling flying far away
Forgetting the mother!

rajagopal haran

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