where eagles dare,
rest of them do they ever fair?
Well, eagles just dare to be up there
do they ever manage to stoop?
Well, who cares?
As it rained so heavily that day,
lo, a few eagles crashed to the shore,
all the other birds managed to catch hold,
of every branch or a windowpane.
Sad,
but these eagles are elegant for sure,
yet when they reach down and when unsure,
do not know how to go back ascending balanced,
or even to manage among others,
No
down below, mynahs, crows, sparrows or pigeons,
why even little creatures of the animal world,
live along without scorn,
adjusting well with creatures around.
Well,
do you care, ever?
No never, for you feel being high in sky
you are the god who can come down any moment,
and take a kill as small as a chick.
No
try and be one among us,
the little ones though,
survive somehow,
live life happy among being sad.
But,
up there in your tower,
you shall be just lonely,
the moment you are hurt,
none shall come for help.
Left
at your own mercy,
by someone down
to push you up again,
this is what life is about |
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