During the youthful period, most of us face the following situation when our friends would be leaving our dales in the hunt of a job. The precepitation is loneliness and a state of disappointment till we also begin to take on to our wings.
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Upon these dales
We were one feather,
Being together,
One long flight
In search of grains.
Upon these branches
We were one long chirp,
Being one harp,
One endless note
In search of life.
The brook yonder,
The fields evergreen,
The melodious wind,
And these cool retreats -
These were our endless meads,
Our throbbing heart,
Our cheerful days
And moments designed for future.
Now, after long seasons,
My friends are in migration.
In search of springs of life
They are leaving these vales.
One by one
It is a long miss.
Beyond yonder hills
It is all a vanishing trail.
Here, within the veil of mist,
Melodious nights return to my dreams.
Here, within my diminishing circle
I am the only answering echo.
When my friends are busy on the fields
How can I miss the grains of life?
Life indeed is a perennial flight,
I too prepare for better sights.
26/02/2009
Ravi Panamanna
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perennial-flight-that-life-is/
