The Game Of Flight

By Sneha m

A beautiful sky,bowed to ask ,

don't you want to be High as me?

Answering yes, I stood clueless,

Like mangroves tree.

Then Her pink cheeks,gave an exclamation:

Pointing towards the redwoods,

("Should have asked them then,my bad choice of compassion!!") It wasn't like I didn't asked it for.

Nor me as her empathy, was a bad choice for.

But a part of my blood was infiltrated with adrenaline.

Of which the fear says:

With height comes the pride of ego too.

With height comes the mole of sins too.

With height true bonds will blur up too.

With height will follow the measurement of depth for a fall too. And will I be able to have eagle's eye to recognize love from that height too?? For which the sky said,

Yes!! it's not easy,but just remember,

You say sun is glowing,

While in actual

He's burning in the top to be a star.

N you say his warmth is soothing,

While! In actual

He has the radiations which can turn you into tar.

So with height follows.

Practicality of fire and responsibility of sire.

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By Sneha m