On my eagle’s wings

Eyes dreamy and drowsy,

I sat on the pillow-like feathers

Of the great eagle’s wings

Flying across the blue waters

While the wind lovingly caressed

The long strands of my hair.

 

The eagle had promised me

That it would remove me

From the cocoon of my life

And show the world to me,

The sparkling waves, the green meadows,

The fresh waters cascading down

To the meandering rivers,

The desert sands with lively oases,

And its home nestled

Among the beautiful blue cliffsOverlooking the grand ocean.

 

I, who wanted to find a lodgement elsewhere,

Willing to forget the affluent and the mendicant,

The luxury Harrods candles,

The glittering pearls and diamonds,

The game changers and money changers,

Relaxed on the great eagle’s wings

With neither safety belt nor blanket.

 

While a butterfly symphony

Hummed in my ears,

I clung to my eagle’s neck.

It soared high over vales and hill,

And I cried not tears of fears,

Nor thought of the heat or cold.

 

I could feel the essence

Of my feminism unfolding gently.

With elegance and brilliance

While my full potential unlocked

Far from the simulated realities

Of  predetermined goals.

 

pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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