An Ostrich That I Am

A poem about the contradictory nature, and how men do not value your thoughts only you know its worth.

Trust an airborne Ostrich like myself with clean wings as the boar

I have seen the lion sing and the songbird roar

But I stood in disbelief behold the bald eagles fly

  Above the firmament’s heights implausibly the bald eagles ply

I have seen goats eat fish before nonchalant cats

Fried fish for goats and cats rummage for grass

 

Trust an arboreal Ostrich like myself gripping a branch with my paw

I entered Reykjavik’s warmth bolting through Hell’s frozen door

Gazing its skyscrapers and esteeming nature

The stroke of its furnace just as hot as Hell’s glacier

Sweat dripped down my eyes as I flew in fear

The reason for the smile is now same for the tear

 

It must be easy for you to believe an Ostrich like myself

A tiny Ostrich with a baffled heart almost enormous like an elf

Entomb my head in the sand and the funny peril is gone

Just like the soul has no mouth but its food is song

No different from my egg without doors but a chick entered

Same as God tolerant in the beginning but in the end is short-tempered

 

It must be difficult to trust an Ostrich like yourself

Men dub your views futile but only you know its wealth

Not wings to fly but ask for legs to run and crawl

He that advocates peace’s doppelganger starts the brawl

How far can you fly through turbulence and pours?

Now show them the farthest you can crawl when it rain cats and dogs

Reviews

[Spaghetti Head]

Nice, man!! I can see your world through what you write

[Gilbert Sampson]

thanks man. appreciate