A Perennial Flight That Life Is. Comments

'Here, within the veil of mist, Melodious nights return to my dreams. Here, within my diminishing circle I am the only answering echo..' Beautiful lines with the touch of melancholy and nostalgia..Very true, thanks for sharing, Ravi. Yelena M.

I sense a convergence of effulgence and determination. We are not taken by the wind but determinably navigate its currents. The bird is like a ship in that sense...or a vessel which is carried and in its breast the spirit. As we travel others in our flock are coursed and carried away. The bird is the highest form of metaphor for either diaphonous existence or dream of escape. Thanks for sharing this with us.

Life indeed is a perennial flight, ....this is lovely...a truth well penned

lovely, nostalgic poem of days gone by. concluding lines are philosophical- very true; life is a perrenial flight. 10 mamta

Fabulous expression! It reminded me of my school days, during the visit to my native place. The company of my village friends and cousins was the most attractive feature of the days in native place! Visit to the hometown is not charming anymore and is rather ceremonious, because the peers are all busy in 'amassing' the grains.