Poem: Flight of a Soaring Eagle. A Dedication to Emge (Madan) By Surabhi
"When a storm is coming, except the eagle, all other birds seek shelter. It avoids the storm by flying above it. So too, in the storms of life, may your Heart soar like an eagle." - (Anonymous)
High up above the mighty Lord of thunder,
They dwell among the heaven-gleaming sky-blue wonder.
Battling around swiftly silvered diving wings,
As the strong wind rushes and yet sorrowfully sings.
Tears from their families, anxious through the night,
Constantly in prayer, for an uneventful flight.
Surging o'er the mountains, upwards to the stars,
Hounded by the enemy, a cockpit style sky-wars.
Courage in the Heart; vigilance in the eye,
Cockpit pilots valiant, daring, many of them die.
Facing powerful missiles, as they do their runs,
Extremely brave men they are, with skilful twist and turns.
So loneliness swamps our brave men in the sky,
The devoted call of country, pushes them to fly.
They protect our sacred land; while death they do defy,
Hovering, unvanquished; rarely question why.
They're the lethal drop of fire, at the edge of freedom's spear,
They're the soaring cockpit eagles that the brutal tyrants fear.
They have us all amazed, by conquering foes and trampling death,
As such we bow with pride for pilots giving, till their dying breath.
And so from unseen depths their Souls alone, know quite the thrill of flight,
For our comrades are well versed with combat, in darkness and in Light.
With singleness of purpose, they often flew the infinitude,
So let us all extend our Hearts, embracing them with gratitude.
©Copyright, Feb 27th. Surabhi Kaura/ Small input from Manatita 13.3.16.
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