Jaya Varma

(05-03-1985 / Faizabad)

I Fly


Free i fly
With wounded wings
This blue sky
Can't hold my strings
Harder it tries
To own my dreams
Deep down spies
To what i sing
Looking for the 'why'
The joy it brings
This bird, so high
Is alone, it thinks
Dead and dry
Stores nothing
A true disguise
It fails to distinguish
Up there i smile
With the blood dripping
That's when you cry
And start praying
Clouds in the sky
O' its raining
Pain becomes a lie
And 'red' is fading
For once, you sigh
Your breath healing
I stop for a while
Your eyes calling
A feather of mine
You see it falling
It's a sign, i am fine
In your arms, i cling..

Submitted: Sunday, August 18, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 19, 2013

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  • Lucifera Santez (8/18/2013 10:26:00 AM)

    Free i fly
    with wounded wings
    this blue sky
    can't hold my strings.
    a very nice poem.
    please read some of mine.
    :) (Report) Reply

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