Seagull to me is a symbol of freedom...
To the Seagull
I saw you glide high in the azure sky,
In suspended animation above
the aquamarine blue sea:
A virgin-white pristine speck,
floating aimlessly, carelessly, free...
And I envy your freedom- so innocent, so green!
Till you came down an settled next to me-
Your snow-coloured plumes, contrasting
against the blood-red claws, sharp, keen-
A fish, fresh from the turquoise-blue sea,
struggling to be free, entangled in you talons-
still alive, its round eyes, glistening over,
threatening to go still - a few more moments,
and it would be still... the battle is on, between
its struggle for survival, and your wit...
A little more patience on your part, tightly clutching
the just-about–to-go-out-of-light creature, powerless
in your grip-
You, strong and determined, hungry and stoic, indiscreet...
And I am strangely reminded of, how a creature
Innocent, young, naïve, can turn to a predator,
Driven by hunger and need... is he to be blamed?
Is he to be sympathized with?
Is he to be condemned or understood?
Is he to be hanged, or remanded into safe custody?
Is he to be forgiven, or rehabilitated?
Or, is he to be punished and annihilated...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright ©: Zoya Zaidi
14.04.2010, 11am
Photo: "Perfect Landing' by and ©: Zoya Zaidi, taken on the Central Coast Australia
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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