The Peregrine

Wasn’t I telling you my miserable heart,

to stop being intrusive?

Why don’t you realize,

that my silence is another word for pain!

It is stupid to say, time heals

It just makes heart forget all pain.

Clouds gather in my aching heart

and I see a strange white peregrine flying over my head

irately looking at me with its sharp flaming eyes

Protracting its grasping feet

and jagged talons to hook me!

I wish I were that white peregrine

Majestic   fearless and sturdy,

Stretching out my strapping wings

Beyond measures I crave to soar

Leaving behind my sorrows and pain

and perch on a cliff in the celestial heights!

Looking down I see my blissful soul

Playing hide and seek with clouds

It is heartening to see the caresses of my soul

making clouds dance in spree

and shed tears of happiness!