A short piece describing a longing to fly that I've had for ages.

To Fly Away

The bird passes by me

And I so long to join him

Bound by mortal flesh

The hopes of my spirit dim.

I've never had the wings

To enable me to fly

Now I have to wait

As each dreaded year passes by.

The golden sun and the silver clouds

Beckon me as ever to join them

But the cold hard earth and it's cursed grip

Binds me unwillingly to them.

I'll never get the wings

And i'll never get to fly.

Poetry by Shayak Chakraborty
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Written on 2005-11-30 at 08:44

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