THE STRUGGLE

Mystic air and serenity,

Glittering carpet

Spread ahead

From

The nascent rays

of the morning sun.

She flies above

Clear of hinderencwe

In complete freedom.

My heart aches

For the longing hope

In utter despair

I watch

Her manoevouring

thro' the clouds.

A majestic look,

alone and out of bondage.

Superstitions and prejudices

Are the sadistic feature

That captures a few

In this roaring age.

Tears

That stain my cheeks

Transforms into a stream

That runs endlessly.

They converge

When I embrace.