Mark of the WildA Poem by Archishman Rick
In the fierce falcon's expectant nest,
A fledgling had recently taken birth, But the lofty flight at mother's behest, Was thwarted by a rigid patch of dirt. Lasting dirt that had stayed on the bark, Remained to pass ancestral armoury, Prior to her naked aerial start, Wielding just parental weaponry. To fly unbound and quench her ravenous thirst, Yet tethered to the roots that nourished her night and day, Old dirt's mark of the wild for braving the worst, Etched on new wings, she took off for peregrine way. © 2024 Archishman RickReviews
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7 Reviews Added on July 26, 2024 Last Updated on July 27, 2024 AuthorArchishman RickWest Bengal, IndiaAboutA fellow in my mid twenty's, I have a knack to challenge myself mentally and physically. Whether it strengthens or softens my general naivety, I do not know. I hope to find, and trust the worth in t.. more..Writing
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