WINGS

The day I hatched
was my first step on earth.
Growing up-
I learnt to walk
avoiding stones on my path.
“But birds are born to fly!”
Having heard so
I learnt to flap my wings out.
With all care
I gathered to fly.
The tree top
which was a dream before
became a common place of rest.
“But is it all ?”
A thought echoed in.
As if the sky overhead
awaited me with open hands.
I followed –
opened my wings
and flew.

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