I once had talons;
To grab the prey called hope and wish.
Heavy wings of hope and wish is only what I had.
But they had the fear that;
They may become the prey for eagle of Karma.!!
Blunt beak of hope and wish aren't enough to tear the prey
Demanding to beat the beak against the rock and lose.
Beating the beak against the rock invites pain
Leaving the beak blunted and die of hunger.
And
Calling hope and wish is what I did for the sharp beak and flexible talons.
But
Hope and wish without suffer and pain kills me but will had a choice.
Inviting the pain is the choice I ended with.
I chose to hit the beak hard to the rock,
Pluck the talons and feathers with the grown beak,
Bearing the pain, suffer and hunger.
And
A chance to hit the rock bottom of the surface.
And
Remember, remember..
"A choice never includes start-end."
And
"A choice never gives rebirth to fearing end."
