Wings

Edit Post : I don't know what the following is ( as in, in what genre it falls). I wanted it to be a poem,turned out quite differently.


Nestled in my mumma's nest
I see myriad things
High flying birds, tearing the skies
Noisy birds, dominating the ambience

I point my tender finger towards the eagle
Mumma! I want to fly like that
Ignoring the low flight of my brothers, she caresses me
Yes, you will my boy
Because, you are the best
You are the best

I flap my wings in excitement
Wouldn't it be exciting to go near the clouds?
Wouldn't I burn if I go too near the sun?
Where exactly does the sky end?

Son! you'll tell me about the story of the sun
The capriciousness of weather
The twinkling of stars
The secret of horizon
Because, you are the best
You are the best

But, when the time comes to fly
I'm reluctant to disturb my wings
Reluctant to leave the warmth of my nest
Reluctant to venture into a ruthless world
But, Mumma always told me
I'm the best
I'm the best

So, thus I fly
I'm taken aback by the audacity of the cold wind hurting my innocent wings
By my inability to fly any further
I have to be an eagle, I assure myself
Because, Mumma always told me
I'm the best
I'm the best

But, soon I find my patience giving away
My jaded wings wanting to rest
But, No!
I'm yet to find out the story of the sun
The secret of horizon
Because,Mumma told me
I'm the best
I'm the best

The noise of the birds has started deafening me now
The sight of eagles tearing the sky terrifies me
I see my brothers enjoying their low flight
My flight has become highly unstable
And it ends by me crashing into a tree
My wings have started to bleed
My breath teases me
I know my end

But, what was my fault?
I just wanted to soar high
I just wanted to be the best
And that's what even mumma said
That I'm the best
I'm the best


Mumma! why did you have to lie?