Caught in the wind, the eagles sway and swing, <br />Fortune is a balancer of their wings, like the wind. <br />May fortune ride like the wind as the breeze blows, <br />Going to the celebration is of flying there, <br />Geese are also flying in the sky, less than us. <br />Gases and liquids bulge in the air, <br />How destructive it feels from the horizon! <br />How are we told this fate, if we ourselves hate?<br /><br />Naveed Akram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-not-worship-it/
