Withering Wings Poem by rajagopal haran

parting is such a sorrow...passions runnig wild...to separate is hard...but at sometime..it must be done...and the way you put it...was gentle....great job

great poem, very interesting, i love the image you create of the fledgling and that you chose to focus on a bird was really intriguing. a nice turn around too with D-day and leaving the mother in the end

i admire ur observation of things happening around you, altho they are just the routine things, bt u capture each emotion incredibly well, leving the reader astonished and hit by thought of double meaning, which sure arent or are there, an observant and emotionally charged poet.....bt thts lyf, altho was ordained 4 jus animals and birds, bt v humans r also gting into same shels and taking the same flights of never retreating, to parents who care so much and love us untill eternity...loved it dear...butifull..

perfect lesson of nurturing and living...let's not view it from human value system...

This is the way life rolls on... Mothers give borth to their young, feed and look after them only to see them leave one day... This is an awesome write Rajagopal. Thank you for sharing :)