During the youthful period, most of us face the following situation when our friends would be leaving our dales in the hunt of a job. The precepitation is loneliness and a state of disappointment till we also begin to take on to our wings. <br />******************************************************************************** <br />Upon these dales <br />We were one feather, <br />Being together, <br />One long flight <br />In search of grains. <br /> <br />Upon these branches <br />We were one long chirp, <br />Being one harp, <br />One endless note <br />In search of life. <br /> <br />The brook yonder, <br />The fields evergreen, <br />The melodious wind, <br />And these cool retreats - <br /> <br />These were our endless meads, <br />Our throbbing heart, <br />Our cheerful days <br />And moments designed for future. <br /> <br />Now, after long seasons, <br />My friends are in migration. <br />In search of springs of life <br />They are leaving these vales. <br /> <br />One by one <br />It is a long miss. <br />Beyond yonder hills <br />It is all a vanishing trail. <br /> <br />Here, within the veil of mist, <br />Melodious nights return to my dreams. <br />Here, within my diminishing circle <br />I am the only answering echo. <br /> <br />When my friends are busy on the fields <br />How can I miss the grains of life? <br />Life indeed is a perennial flight, <br />I too prepare for better sights. <br /> <br />26/02/2009<br /><br />Ravi Panamanna<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-perennial-flight-that-life-is/
