Tuesday, April 21, 2009

The eagle.


I am like the eagle,
That flies high.
Up above the clouds array,
I sometime stoop low to my roots for prey,
To quench my desire and many other evil,
Like I should be, always, like an eagle.

Oh God, my maker and guardian!
Give me strength and carry me on,
Horizon after horizon in your glory shall I fly on.
Let me keep flying high and not low for prey,
So that in front of nothing other than you, I pray
Shall I bow on my way.

Jayant Judilson.

7 comments:

Elithraniel Arawion said...

bravo :) liked the last 2 lines best.....

Cinderella said...

The eagle is a fascinating bird.
Grace - class and sturdiness - all together.

Nice !

The Unsure Ascetic said...

@Elith Thank you.
@Cinderella- Thank you.

Ri said...

hey cool poem, philosophical indeed, u don't update me now???

The Unsure Ascetic said...

@Atreyi. Nothing to update yar, Just writing about human beings inherent weakness of stooping low down to do things that we know should be avoided. After all I am human too.

Clandestine said...

hmm nice one...n true...
btw i hate eagles..but in a way i like their majestic presence...but i m torn between the two extremes...i dont know have never been able to make up my mind...
i dont know what am i like maybe we all are like eagles somewhere deep down btu very few have the guts to actually admit it...n i maybe i m jst the evasive one...
anyways good one..n very profound...n brave too

The Unsure Ascetic said...

Ankitajee, I am glad you liked it. I also believe you also understood the poem in the correct way. Its funny how people interpret it in different ways.