A Poem by Inject Positivity

Nobody knows how she felt
That day, the white feathered bird

Traveling from the north
With her wings soaring high

Until they cut down her feathers
With their sword of inhumanity

In silence, she cried out,
Hoping they might listen to

The sound of her tears falling,
But alas! poor bird

She did not know,
The place she was traveling

No longer belonged to her
Not even the wind

That once played with her
And carried her like a child

© 2017 Inject Positivity

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Lovely piece! Keep of the good work :)

Posted 4 Years Ago

Tremendous write! Not even the wind belonged to her anymore. I've been there. Thanks you for the read :) I.I.

Posted 4 Years Ago

Soul was packed into each line, and with each rhyme my mind soared with her, dipped low by feathers tearing... I was sworn to read her plight... Well penned...

Posted 4 Years Ago

It has simple words but quite intricate emotions attached.. Very well phrased. :)

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Very touching. It was simple yet had strong feeling.

Posted 4 Years Ago

I love this one! Your poetry is becoming more & more sophisticated . . . the "bird" analogy is well-done & carried smoothly thru-out the message. We must be on a similar wavelength, becuz I just posted a "bird" poem this morning! Great minds think alike, huh? (((HUGS)))

Posted 4 Years Ago

What a harsh reality!

So sad.. and yet so true..

Posted 4 Years Ago

Good one, Dhiman. Birds are the most beautiful of creatures, with a freedom of movement we can only dream of, but even birds feel loss. Good one

Posted 4 Years Ago

Beautiful humanity felt in every tear and tenuous vulnerability. You know this poem brought to my mind the reality of being aware that this life is not all about me. For we all share pain and common experiences which is shared help with the processing and getting through this life.
Beautiful writing! Kathy

Posted 4 Years Ago

The sweet, gentle adventurer needs travel home. Her desire, her pleasure must have been so deep. Her reward: death. How cruel life is. How cold that wind that once carried her like a child.

So sad; so beautifully written.

Posted 4 Years Ago

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Added on February 6, 2017
Last Updated on February 6, 2017


Inject Positivity
Inject Positivity

WB , India

Poet, naturalist, optimist. "Everyday is a blessing and an opportunity. Be grateful and keep moving ahead." "Life, well it stands between two different worlds, one that wants to keep it here a.. more..


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