Without Wings

tiny bird with broken wings
flightless on the ground it sings
a haunting yet melodious song
as finer birds circle and throng
listening to its plaintive cries
cawing over its mournful sighs
lacking compassion they stare and jeer
questioning its worth, thinking it queer
and the tiny bird continues to sing
undaunted by lonely's painful sting
waiting with patience and hope to spare
for loving arms to embrace her there
lifting her off the barren ground
with tenderness and love, to fly unbound

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful poem...Thank you for sharing...:)........................

[zainul]

Wonderful imagery.
May apply for human roo.
Fabulous write.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love is magical alright... such a wonderfully uplifting poem.