If I had a pair of wings, then I will love to fly. I will pack few things and glide in the sky. I’ll map the sandy shore and hover over the boat. When the waves will roar, I’ll sing a calming note. I’ll race with the fish or settle like the shells. And with the dusk’s windy swish return where my heart dwells.
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Everyone will comment on their fall from grace but no one will bother whether they were deliberately brushed off. Not all flowers are meant for the altar…few are destined to get crushed on the ground however pristine their existence was.
The rustic pigeon had a rainbow scarf that it proudly used to show off Sometimes it sat on the window sill sometimes it tiptoed on the rooftop
Though it came from a far off place It settled down on a concrete space Often it spread its velvet wings to bring in sprigs and leafy things.
One day a little feather fell with a start From a place near the pigeon’s heart The air was thick in the unknown town so it stuck on a branch when it fell down
With gruffy leaves the branch was dry Scared, the little feather began to cry The warmth of wings it missed a lot Separation was a painful thought
As the time flew the feather lost hope It learnt to endure…it learnt to cope Taunted for the unrefined dialect it spoke The misfit feather’s spirit just broke
Still it survived, though hurt and aloof Life doesn’t need the burden of proof Those who shame others have opaque eyes Why bother about fake opinions and advice
The feather was soft with a soul of steel It loved itself, the wounds began to heal Whenever it felt lonely it hugged itself tight while dreaming of the warmth of home each night.
You must learn to fly against the wind because sometimes wings are not enough to help you fly…you will need something to fuel your determination when the wind isn’t in your favour!