Heart Of Stone Poem by kanav justa
Heart Of Stone
A broken wing, and a broken bone
Of a bird, that met a stone
Lied helpless And was bit despair
Looked above If god was there.
Short of food And short of breath
Was silently waiting For his death
Asked his wings If they could fly.
Yes they said why don't you try
He gathered his strength and wiped his tears.
And soon he stood Without his fears
His eyes stared at the Dark blue sky
But just then when he was about to fly
they grabbed his neck they grabbed it hard
with all his strength he could move a yard
and yes those hands did hurt his bone
he had met a heart of stone
some ugly hands and a beautiful bird.
He cried for help But no one heard.
His wings were flawed And his muscles were stiff.
He begged them to throw him off a cliff
oh dumb bird, don't you get,
look at you, it's a stone you met.
To this, the half dead bird replied
So what, if I die
Just for once I ll meet the air.
And also see if god was there.
Stories of wisdom, that were once told
But now this world had been so cold.
He wished if those blind eyes could see.
The bird was dead though his soul was free.
Hey - great poem! It is filled with all sorts of things - well done!
Injury of the bird heart by a heat of stone. Make your bird an angel, and find a cloud nine heart and soul! X Good one
This is a wonderful poem! Deep wisely told, loved very much this story of heart of stone facing a free soul.
Simply beautiful to read, Heartfelt words. Thank you Have been searching for your work for sometime. Take good care.
.....and the bird's soul was set free....forever to enjoy blue skies and sing love songs for his love...hmm :)
Very, very, very touching. Tell me dear poet, do we also have to die to be free.? I suppose so?
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I would like to translate this poem
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Bird was dead and his soul was free. good image. Thanks. I request you to read my poems and comment.