The Wingless Bird

 The wingless Bird
March 25 2010,
2:30 AM

As the shell cracks and a life comes out
As the dawn breaks and hope sprout
The little bird there was born amazed
and with shining eyes out it gazed

darkness was gone and two claws stood
warmth of mother and her motherhood
feathers fluttered and clouds showered
and there she stood well protected

days passed and nights flew
eyes were bright and wings grew
the lovely colors of spring on wings
and so lovely the joy it brings

 the infinite sky and incessant river
excitement of flight made her shiver
before the flight she dreamt of it
and could never imagine the flight to quit

here and there in the vast sky
where the clouds hung and she would fly
the blue water flowing and going
she saw all those while she was growing

the days further passed and the more she grew
but what lies ahead she had no clue
she saw the flock passing by
and here i come she gave a cry

but still her wings were too small, mom told
before she takes a leap, she needs to hold
those claws were weak to catch a prey
and so she did what others say !!

she waited long and the day came
her wings were like the prettiest dame
she stretced it far and showed to sky
look everyone I am ready to fly !!

Ah !! she had to see a fate
that some dreams are never straight
her bright colors were caught by some
and away she goes for never to come

the sky of dreams looked further far
and river looked like a dirty tar
they took out those beautifull wings
for yellow red and blue bright things

and then she was left to dream
to gaze at the sky blue gleam
she ran and hopped and tried to fly
all she got was a look so shy

she returned to a flock sitting on banks
so happy and merry, may be a chance
sparkle of water and sunset red
alone she was left when all fled

again she looked at the expanding sky
and it seemed so far, she thought why ?
she still dreamt of all the clouds and rain
was it all there to feign ?

standing there she again dreams
it may not be impossible as it seems
to grow her wings again she thus desired
and the blue sky again inspired

all of it started again
and the hope, and joy all regain
her eyes shone over the sun
and she lived all dreams second to none

dreaming was so sweet a thing
unless what the reality bring
a flock of flying birds passed by
and told her you can never fly

she screamed inside and told them to wait
that she won't again give in to fate
and still she stood there so blank
if truth was this and was God's prank


Shweta Singh