“ The eagle’s torn wings justifies the theory of the survival of the fittest…”
Not everyone in this world are cruel. I have grown old now. It was a tough hot summer day on 19th day of April 2020. My wings were injured in a battle with my younger mate which forced to escape the situation and hence I flew away from the scene. Was so tired and helpless that for the first time in my life, I was grounded. I saw a man approaching me as his eyes caught the attention of a injured bird on ground. I had no more energy to defend. I looked in to his scared eyes. He gently took me with his hands. He smiled and looked in to my eyes. There he was to save me for the moment. Thirst was pulling me from inside. He walked towards the stream nearby and put me on a rock near some clean water. That sip of water brought back hope in me. I firmly hold the ground with my nails this time. I knew I need more time to get my wings in shape. I kept there waiting for the time to pass by. This guy came and caught my fate in his frame. Within no time, I realised I have to go.. go back in the dark to be reborned. My beak has got weaked and I need a new one. Before that I have to get rid of this one. I gotta go.. gotta make my self stronger.. stronger to fly back to the sky where I deserve to be. Time to leave….
“broken wings, when made of DREAMS – they still can fly, if you believe…”