Thursday, December 24, 2009


From tree to tree the eagle flies,
In quest of warmth, to stay by.
The fire flickers a distance away,
But it is nothing when the bird comes array.
Swooping high, it holds its breath;
Thinking twice, when it just once had to think.
Not in proximity to life;
It wonders to see a better day ahead.
The bird breaks its wings;
This was the only hope to keep it within the ring.
Sensing joys and sorrows are a part of existence,
It continues now by search through walk in the smooth ocean.

Composed by
Amna Tariq Shah



ÇAMÊRIA - Krahu i shqiponjës said...

Hi Amna!
Beautiful poetry!

Krahu shqiponjës said...

Congratulations Amna! You are really talented!