I love to watch the flying bird
who has the strength to soar higher
regardless of strong winds
to flap the wings
and stay there more…
through the thick clouds
in the high skies, is its flight
hovering over huge mountains
like a free soul glides.
when will the heart scot free
flying over distant hills
when shall the limits and bonds
vanish,tie which the soul
to a post
in chains of imprisoning.
Classy chose few embellished dreams
They signify the status and reach
impractical and hard to decipher
The nomenclature of the modern day objective.
What fuss the jargons create thus
piling with verbiage
leaving aside rectitude and veracity
with dancing doldrums of the coloured goals
announces the widely acclaimed aspiration.
Preferred if, another idyllic venture
Lies which beyond the commoner’s comprehension
assumes the widespread then
there doesn’t exist any such profession.
In servitude of mankind thus
to render free expression in form of few precious words
which reveal the candor of self
to uplift the withering sense of the perishing humanity…
is my chosen noble profession.