Lonely eagle flying high in sky, in search of its prey,
Ex-cogitating, whether its just a prey or fly in sky,
which marks for its peace and reason to be happy,
Viewing the world, as beautiful heaven by its eye.
Does its feet ever shaken while the prey was slit,
Cunning mind approaching, as one see their prey.
Its a reason of survival or seconds of pleasure,
Which booms the heart to commit such cruel act,
Again a fly high above to the zeal,
To regret or mourn and to pray.
Lonely eagle flying high in sky, all alone,
As high as possible, stretching its wings,
Grateful towards the Heavenly Lord for its eyesight,
Which makes it to feel, it being a part of heaven.
Does it ever felt, it needs to be in a group,
To sing and fly together in flocks,
What was that it made to be apart from others,
Their flying skills or its ego or proud.
Again a fly high above to the zeal,
To fill its emptiness and heal.
