Migratory birds roved in plenty <br />Through the wilderness <br />And thereon embarked in union <br />In a ship of flight with rudders <br /> <br />They never budged a feather <br />During that lengthy night <br />The chart-less flock had strayed <br />Into a field of eternal light <br /> <br />There in the playground of angels <br />And the one, that seagull* <br />The wedded flock drank <br />Under stupor and dismay <br /> <br />Perched on the brim of Khayyam’s bowl** <br />They saw an inverted sky <br />The twin brother be it chance or fate <br />Had set the dial of a conjugate flight <br /> <br />After many a dawn &dusk <br />Prodigal flight has traced again <br />A full and supreme circle <br />On the parched surface of time. <br /> <br />(*Referring to Jonathan Livingstone, the supreme seagull, which had transcended to an elevated state of flight and bliss, in the famous fable by Richard Bach <br /> <br />**In Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam, the sky is referred to as an inverted bowl <br />)<br /><br />Abhay Vignesh Liginlal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/homecoming-of-the-prodigal-flock/
