Hang Gliding

Road spiralled to the mountain top,

high and lonely,

geared for a sweet drop,

deep valley, magical streams appeared tiny,

fear wobbled over the mighty air,

in bird’s territory,

wings glided beyond aware.

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About Rahul Aithal

I am from Mumbai, India. Composing poems gives me immense pleasure. Few poetic sites I write on are - poemhunter.com, poeticvoice.ning.com, poetfreak.com and, recently Avant-Garde-Writer's Haven (on Facebook). You could browse my other writes on my private blog, rahulaithal.blogspot.com. I am glad to have joined this site, thanks to Louis. I hope to add value and get the group going.

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