The last flight

They flew…

Swiftly, whirling together,

Their silhouettes-

Those slithering reflection on the vast sea!

She beheld-

Parking her dying soul,

On the old rugs of memories

She dusted her wings,

She once promised-

Of kissing those limitless horizons…

She beheld-

The fading sun,

The silent shores,

And those fallen flowers…

From behind the bar-less cage.

Something was missing in her,

Missing around her,

Deep in her, rested-

That fathomless void;

Shackling her spirit.

Those withered feathers,

Blame no wind-

Her cascading tears-

Shall meet that destiny!

For, she knew somewhere,

That hope shall bloom again-

From that abyss in her!

And she shall fly,

That day...

To that blank…

Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

Photocredits:

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http://www.paulbondart.com/wp-content/uploads/paintings/On-The-Transmigration-Of-Souls.jpg

https://wingsofwonder.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/geese-girl-watercolor.jpg

Author's Note

To this tired spirit...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful, honest and realistic journey and thoughts in your words.
"Those withered feathers,
Blame no wind-
Her cascading tears-
Shall meet that destiny!
For, she knew somewhere,
That hope shall bloom again-
From that abyss in her!"
The above lines are true. Must find hard ending to find new journey. Thank you dear friend for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thanks for appreciating...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[Leslie Philibert]

A poet I know and like, this has the wonderful richness of traditional, 19th century lyric ! Well done.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Thank you so much