Broken Wings

They say in our realm a divine bird did dwell
Whom the angels addressed as Raphael.
His songs made every man’s heart swell
At least that’s what the ancient legends tell.

They say Raphael’s spiritual soul illuminated our sun
& the beasts hearing his mystic voice did run.
The moon blushed whenever his melody begun
& the stars in awe were left sparkling stunned.

Once flying across the night’s dark shore
Raphael was trapped amidst a storm’s ruthless roar
The vicious winds broke his wings to the core
It seemed the radiant Raphael couldn’t fly anymore.

From falling down, Raphael couldn’t avert
Like a meteor, his body violently crashed on earth.
His body ached, as all his veins were brutally hurt
Raphael was physically decimated in the dirt.

Amidst his tormenting pain, Raphael didn’t cry
Not a single tear dropped from his eye.
With his broken wings, he tried to fly
Impaling the storm he reached for the sky.

Although Raphael wasn’t physically the same
Yet a hopeful song in his bosom did remain.
He sang that hopeful carol that eclipsed his pain
A superlative song… that thrilled every mortal’s brain.

Hence, whenever we feel dead inside
Amidst the pain, we must learn to smile.
Even with our broken wings we must rise
For true grace comes at a painful price.

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Note: Through the medium of Raphael the bird in this poem I wished to convey that in life our hopes are like our wings with the help of which we dream & we fly, but there comes a time when we are confronted with unpredictable stormy situations in our lives that break our hopes. When we are battered & bruised by fate’s unpredictable twist we mustn’t forget about our goodness, our inner beauty that resides in our hearts. We must rise with hope & courage not only to evolve as a stronger individual but also to conquer the various stormy situations in lives without compromising on our dreams.

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Shaun: Serial Slacker

Note:-  This poem highlights how the laid back attitude of a person can have a negative impact on the organization as well as on the life of a trainee who is inspired to learn more.

Shaun: Serial Slacker

 

In work I give my 100 percent

yet I get a feeling of torment.

People can’t hear my silent lament,

Monday office is a disturbing event.

 

Shaun my supervisor is a slacker,

who doesn’t work but loves to blabber.

He is a jerk who goes berserk

& creatively makes excuses to avoid work.

 

He roams in office like a horse,

for his irresponsibility has no remorse.

when work comes he loves to delegate,

while we are left in a helpless state.

 

Our learning gets badly impacted,

as from work Shaun gets easily distracted.

Thanks to him our learning curve never expanded,

& with workload we are always stranded.

 

Moving forward in life I pray,

if I am made a supervisor someday,

unlike Shaun never from work I’ll stray away,

with dedication I’ll complete work everyday.