On Broken Wings

On broken wings did the bird learn to fly
Pity it not but watch
that fluttering leap in to the unknown
that first swing up in the sky,
that crash upon the cactus on the rock
that surge of strength to rest
and mend its broken heart
and then that desire to rise and take on the sky yet once again.

Submitted by Sangeeta Kapur

About the Author: "I interact with children, teaching them human values, my drop in the ocean to make the world a better place to be in. Poetry comes naturally to me."