You wear expensive feathers,
you defy your truth
that you didn't know about love,
with you everyone goes wrong.
Every day a new dude,
the rich - your class,
they decorate you with expensive feathers,
they don't see your true face.
Your heart is not in your chest,
the iceberg just sleeps there,
so far no one has understood
who all suffered because of you.
You are a beautiful falcon,
but you have a hundred faces,
no one really knows
whose nest are you from?
- Author: zeraprinc ( Offline)
- Published: December 11th, 2023 02:29
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My comments on the poem "A falcon with a hundred faces” by zeraprinc
A hundred faces probably means that the being cannot be truly deciphered. “expensive feathers” : in fact, the feathers are designed for the high speed the real bird attains.
With literal falcons :
“As is the case with many birds of prey, falcons have exceptional powers of vision; the visual acuity of one species has been measured at 2.6 times that of a normal human.[6] Peregrine falcons have been recorded diving at speeds of 320 km/h (200 mph), making them the fastest-moving creatures on Earth; the fastest recorded dive attained a vertical speed of 390 km/h (240 mph).[7] “
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falcon
“everyone goes wrong” : no one can accurately assess. “they don’t see your true face” : the true face is hidden. “your heart is not in your chest, the iceberg just sleeps there” : there is no compassion; just coldness. This being is the cause of suffering, but no one has understood the reasons behind.
“a hundred faces” : the true identity is hidden. “whose nest you are from” : the real identity is unknown. The comparisons are metaphorical.
Soman Ragavan. 11 December, 2023.
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