- Denifar Anjum.
Horrified she was
Horrified she was
When the highland winds howled hysterically
She was forced to freeze rather inevitably
The eaglets were there
In the nasty nest they lay
Devoid of any meal, there were cries of dismay
The babies straggled round their mother
‘cause there was no other.
Behold! She shivered
As the thunder bashed the balky bay
But she knew she had a destined way
Mortified she was
For she couldn’t store anything beforehand
Alas! Now her beloved were starving
In the barren deadly land.
The rains grew fiercer, aggression was in
The ghastly winds seemed screaming
“Poor Eagle, you can never win!”
But someone whispered, “Stop dreaming,
And lunge at full throttle, old Mother
Do vanquish these ghouls of nature
Don’t alchemize, my love, into a naysayer creature
Save, O Yahweh, the eaglets’ future”
It was her inner voice
Her willpower, perhaps, offered a choice
She was adamant now, gone were those signs of sorrow
She dared to devour death with utmost determination
And set to hunt for prey with apt estimation.
The Eagle opened her wings
Overpassing the tornado rings
The whirling winds tried to knock her down
For a brief while, it did make her frown.
Behold! A tough cookie she was
As the cloud stood face to face
She cut through’em, she flew with grace
At last in the middle of a melancholic mire
She spotted her prey with crude desire
Then she glided down and pawed the poor mice
They ceased to live after shrieking thrice.
The Eagle’s heart began to pound
Thanks to the thunder, there was no one around.
She headed triumphantly
Her way back home
It went dark and serene
And the isle had tiny foam.
Hell’s hand had loosened its grip
A brook cascaded nearby, she took a li’l sip.
And there she was
Finally to her eaglets
Critical they were, with feathers
Like pale torn leaflets.
Mirthfully they had their share
But they were pretty unaware
Their Mother had tasted hell
And left it spellbound
Even death had bowed down
And left her safe and sound.
Here’s the end of her story
And her act of valour
That brought deep glory.
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