A sea of white clouds
With a little grey sometimes
Meet my jaded eyes
And fill me with delight
In between the clouds
A peep of the sun is seen
And I can see some homesteads
If my sight is still quite keen
When the plane takes off, I feel
A wish to soar high too
Nothing calms me more
Than a glimpse of the sea so blue
In my thoughts and dreams I see
The galaxy spread before me
My imagination knows no bar
I am free to choose my star
My spirit flies unrestrained
It knows it’s boundaries though
For Societal norms may limit it
And try to contain the flow…
So I take full care to see
That my roots remain earth-bound
For though my thoughts may fly
My feet are still on the ground.
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Author:
safina (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I love how this poem begins with literal flight and gradually progresses to the mental flight that occurs in imagination. Nicely done
this is what happens every time I travel - hence the poem.. thanks for the feedback. Have a great day
You are most welcome
A set of ideas well rounded in great poetic form. I like both the simplicity and the depth of your thoughts..
Thank you so much for the feedback. Appreciate it a lot.
Have a beautiful week ahead - take care
'Promise - same to you.
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