The golden wings got clipped,
in the course of life’s journey,
flying above and soaring freely,
got forbidden by the destiny…
Was it the long flight …
that I went on…
or the route I chose to be on…?
my feathers now lay fretted ,powerless,
waiting for a soothing balm!
Which sky has the colours,
to paint my wings of thought,
where do I fly back again,
to get my real treasured expressive syndrome!
Beyond the horizon,one day,
I discover the varicoloured divinity ,
which reflected the cosmos in a view ,
where I could reinstate my lost dignity!
For the loss of self conscience within,
my heart had pined for the divine being,
I had denied and struggled for long,
to get out of this complexity…
Today I stand on the verge of bowing my head before the Lord,
The Only One existing ever who knows how to repair my golden wings,
He is the one who had given me the power to fly…
I will take a long flight hence forth…
with a deep plunge in the spiritual river flowing by….
For every dip that I make,
I shall wash off my burdened load,
further lightening my feathers …
To enable me for an invoking compose!
soumyav 