Inviting breeze and millions of
dreams
I was flying high...with the lasting
hope to fly higher
In the sky I was passing through the moon
Where very soon, I could play with the
stars and the rising noon
I thought I had reached a certain height
From where I can plan all my days and
nights
Wings had given me an unusual high
But it got diluted by the vulnerable
sigh
Of my wings when they started to disintegrate
And before I could see it
Was time to change
The wings and so do the reasons to
fly...
Now when the new wings have arrived
I am assembling all the reasons to
touch the sky
It’s a transformation- intermittent
yet steady
It’s a formation till every fragment of my
wings is ready
Then maybe once again I would be
ready to take off
In the magnanimous flight of
new dreams, fire and desire
And so I shall again fly with a lasting hope
to fly higher!
