How do I fly
With sodden wings
Give me the Sun
Give me some breeze
So that I may dry
My wet wings
On the rooftop or
On the trees
Clouds hovering
Over the horizon
Dripping nectar
Upon the Earth
Helping moisture to increase
And germinate the seeds
Growing crops,
Spreading mirth
I’ve walked upon the grass
I’ve raced around the environs
Through Summer, Fall then Winter
I’ve enjoyed all these seasons
Yet I look up at the sky
Colouful rainbows do I espy
And then in my heart
A desire takes birth
A wishful thinking
To reach the horizon
From the terrace
Over the ocean
Fly with Angel’s wings
Ambition plays a strong role
It helps, in life, to reach a goal
I find my wings
Through dreams
And soar high above
To all extremes
~Sudha Dixit
Bangalore, India
This poem is quite magnetic. Wonderful.