One might say: A POEM IS THE REFLECTION OF THE POET’S HEART! Another might say: A POEM IS AN IMAGE, OF THE POET’S MIND! I surely say: BOTH OF THE ABOVE ARE TRUE!
Friday, September 14, 2007
A Story of a Hawk
The "BIG HAWK" flew high in the firmament
with a heavy load of pride on his head
He always thought that, the sun shines for him before it shines on earth...
He never glanced at others...
thinking,others glance at him He never sat foot on earth,
which was his born-in-home, unless he felt hunger or he saw a prey
Time passed..., one day... a comic incident took place,
A Jackal was able to grab and enjoy the stinking carcass of that "big hawk", near a bush!..
-Tharindu Weerasinghe
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