Sky’s Lone Commander

By [Hazrat ali]

Sky’s Lone Commander

— A Poem About Power, Solitude, and Soaring Beyond Limits

High above the mountains’ crown,

Where silence is the only sound,

A shadow cuts through clouds and flame—

The sky has called, and he came.

No flocks to follow, no wings beside,

He charts his course on the breath of pride.

No chains of earth, no cage, no tether,

His heart beats loud with open weather.

The world below—too slow, too small,

He answers to no master’s call.

Eyes like fire, sharp and wide,

Reading winds like ancient guides.

The thunder bends beneath his flight,

A ghost of dusk, a blade of light.

Each stroke of wing, a war cry still,

Each glide, a proof of boundless will.

He does not seek the crowd’s acclaim,

Nor trophies gilded in mortal fame.

His triumph is the open blue,

Where few dare fly, and fewer knew.

He is the dream that never surrenders,

The storm that quiet skies remember.

Above the world, above demand—

He flies alone, but not unmanned.

This is the truth he writes in air:

A soul that rises does not compare—

For freedom sings in bolder banners,

To sky’s lone king,

To its lone commander.