Yes, it's my story - An Eagle

The battleground was set,

All have their own Nest,

Yes the nest with children,

When She wanted to make one,

They never gave a way,

She cried and pleaded,

Only to fall in the deaf ears.

She was due, anytime.

She can't even flip her wings,

And how would she give birth,

On the thorny bushes?

She looked around, and

thought of her Still born,

Eyes narrowed, and she looked up

at the inviting Sky,

She just soared high, she ignited

all her energy.

Yes the Cliff, she reached

Realising the power under wings,

Happily birthed her li'l ones.

Yes, that's the story of Eagles,

Born to soar high, irrespective of

Altitude and Attitude by the others.