For Gibran: Little wing. 

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Little wing, 
I remember
another time, of old.

Now you think you have grown.
You do not want, I know
My warm wings, to hold you;
rein you in anymore. 
You think that you soar.

I always believed in freedom.
I undo the jess.
Fly, happy falcon, free and high
While I dissolve like smoke
Slowly, lone, and quietly
Into night’s wood, my home.

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Dr A.V. Koshy is presently working as Assistant Professor in Dept. of English, Faculty of Arts and Humanities, Jazan University, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. He has authored or co-authored seven or eight books of poetry, theory and criticism. He is an editor and anthologist. He is also a distinguished teacher of the English language and literature and a critic, with a Ph.D in modern poetry, specifically Samuel Beckett's poems in English. He was a Pushcart Prize nominee for poetry in 2012 and his book Art of Poetry was selected as Best Reads 2012 by Butterfly and the Bee. He has been editor's pick on Camel Saloon thrice and poet of the month thrice in Destiny Poets UK besides often having his poems appear in the highly selected category. Has other international awards, diplomas and certificates to his credit too.

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