Flying far away from your nest,
What do you see my craving heart?
Highlands,mountains or valleys apart,
What do you miss my wailing heart?
Your feathers have lost their charm,
Beautiful textured feathers of love,
they’ve the strength to soar high,
Remain higher for longer flies,
Why does the heart fear then,
To undertake a journey of diligence…
You are always near the sky,
The blue spread embraces you,while you fly,
To fill you with the valiant fervour,
To attain the rich golden splendour.
Your wings give you the dignity,
To reach to the levels of infinity,
Being static ,they lose their strength,
continuous motion overhauls them..
Fly high to touch the sky,
to remain higher till you die,
But prepare yourself to be grounded,
when storms and lightning struck the skies,
Overshadow your fear of flying,
To achieve the esteemed goal of living…