Tuesday, 6 September 2016


Whilst I seek for shelter in rains,
Not so mighty comes my spirit.
Alone in this world I am born,
Fly or drown is mine wish.
Doesn’t matter what I choose,
For another day I get in luck,
To right the wrongs of the past -
To fly above the puffy clouds -
And to wish again for a dream;
That lasts long and realizes well,
Before mine eyes into reality.
That day, I will fly again in the sky,
Wings spread, hovering in the blue.
Too late to have stopped me then,
For I'll have the power of wings in den.


Arun said...

I wish every one has the same wish to fly high.

Suhasini Srihari said...

Everyone is blessed with wings, it's only a matter of time to discover it.

Arun said...

You are right. I wonder why is that we take the mundane things so seriously and forget about the wings.

Suhasini Srihari said...

To err is human! :)

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