Wings

Free as a bird

            I spread out my wings

Skimming the clouds

            I rush by the wind

Left all behind

            I set out in search

Of things unknown

            To know in good time

To breathe in the spray

            Of salt laden waves

I soak in the heat

            Of the sun on the sands

But I stop not to pause

            For fear I get burnt

Or buried beneath

            The warm golden sand

To live as a worm

            The rest of my life

Buried in gold

            In the warm lovely sand

Much rather I would

            Rush into the waves

Swim far as I could

            Then get carried away

Drift on ashore

            On to gold or to rocks

Or drown in the waves

            That rush all around

To live as a bird

            With freedom on wings

To fly and to choose

            Above destiny’s design

To feel in command

            Of atleast one life

The life that belongs

            To this pair of wings.