No mythical bird,
No trace in Greek legends,
An eagle, not of Arabia.
Her beak sealed, legs tied,
Wings broken,eyes pierced,
Towards the pyre, a clap of wings.
A nimbus invisible, illuminating,
She, a sapphire and Sun.
Resurrected,another clap of wings.
Beak unsealed, legs freed,
Blue eyes igniting Him.
Exceptional she, like a Peacock
Danced with a leg, time, the ONLY witness!
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7 thoughts on “Dance of a Phoenix”
This piece is priceless from Abroad to America *&* this poem is flying high above COVID-19 akin to the Eagle is the only bird that God endowed with the power to fly above the storm!
Where My Billion dreams Live! 
This piece is priceless from Abroad to America *&* this poem is flying high above COVID-19 akin to the Eagle is the only bird that God endowed with the power to fly above the storm!
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Thanks Again! One among my personal favourites as I enjoyed constructing the imageries and the powerful symbolism throughout!
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Your poems are sweet as corn=you are a priceless poet!
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Very many thanks.
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Your poems are money in the bank!
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That’s a lot!
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so be happy
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