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A Bird Named Desire

Because it’s said to be that larger the wings you have you can fly higher, farther, faster and stay in the air longer than others, the ferocious bird named Desire ousted siblings from the nest thereby starving to death on the ground agonizing, while unyieldingly hanging onto mother’s bill. At the end this ferocious bird swallowed his own mother in order to provide him the largest pair of wings of all creatures and flew over the cloud with these huge wings, however, he was unable to escape from the sea of cloud. In order to stay more time in the air, though he lost the way from time to time, without flapping wings he glided in the air carried by the wind. He went all the way to the end of the world where sky meets the water’s edge the ultimate ending point where to fold his wings was a treetop of a dead tree. When he flapped wings rapidly maneuvering swiftly between the crack of the lightening to beat the speed of thunder, the thunderbolt struck him and torn the wings. He did not, however, stop flapping, he kept soaring aiming at the sun on the other side of the cloud and that’s why he became sightless. In spite of all those hard labors and strong desire, why is it that monstrous bird floats in the air of neither balled sky nor the earth became a lifeless lonely leaf? The ferocious bird that flapped huge wings tirelessly aiming for the sky higher than the sun, though grew to adulthood pushed by the siblings out from the nest to take all foods that mother brings to feed all her chicks by herself and even swallowed the mother to satisfy his never satisfying stomach. Why do you not sing but roam in the air though spring is here at in hand?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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