I look to the skies and stretch my arms. Another morning by the side. The wild winds blow my hair and gloats its charms. A white old pigeon approaches in glide. You old bird? Why do you come? Why do you stay? What brings you here, to this plain? If I had wings, I’d fly for days. Not attached to this stone like a stain. I wish you’d see with those dull eyes of yours. The flights you have left that are not in sores. Ah… A pity… A shame… Roam the vast skies of white and blue. Glide the seven seas of never few. Look down to the lands holding morning dew. Perch on the branches and see the star’s hue. Haha… Don’t worry old bird. I’ll join you for the view. I’ll stretch my wings and soon join you. I perch beside you. Your feathers flare. I step forth with my wings. And you with yours. You look to me and I to you. I’ll be right with you… Soon. I say. I’m right behind you… Do not delay. My face smiles with tears of joy. You coo and caw, Oh boy! You old bird… Thank you… I close my eyes and say goodbye… It was not you who needs courage. But I. As your feathers fly. I soon will… Poem By Sanjeev 'Cimeries' Retnasingam
Art of Cimeries 