fluttering wings

Fluttering wings..... The bird flew up to the heights, Making bruises in the swirling prana, The sky looking down, The drifting roots below..... The bird ,on to the heights..... Demands at a time , Fluttering poesy of romances, Makes the brain an angel.... The bird flew up to the heights, blindly And doubts where was the sky..... On dreams it was a pleasant haven , For placing powerful telescopes , Armaments and radars.... The bird,on to the heights, When gasping for breathes It hates the poesy of romances.... The underwriters near the roots flowing below the sky.... Knows , The sky is beyond all romances.... The brain meditates on the inscribed wisdom.... And lavishly enjoying the vastness and holiness of the lotus within the space... (C) Ravindranath kunnath Kochi, Kerala India.