Broken wings

The mighty kingfisher once flew high...
Soaring amidst  clouds, piercing the sky ..

Off the shore above in distance..
He knew skilfully how to capture his prey
he often dives into ocean
Devour and once more swift high to stray..

Every bird has to come to ground,
How much high may it flies ,
He too got his share on shore
Much to his soul n heart can suffice..

He desired to  make home with mate
settle there for rest of his life,
Not knowing that he had stepped a trap,
Wounded in attempt to set him free
Got hurt as more he would strive..

Now ,lies there, with broken wings.
Depleted,by endless trials in vain,
Shielding his blue armour,
Only ocean as witness,
to his silent wails in pain.
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