I am flying high;
The clouds,
Hanging over my roof,
Entice me to a dance.
The summer breeze,
Caresses me to insanity.
The brilliance of sun,
Invites me to compete with its magnitude.
The moon offers,
Tranquility to my turbulent soul.
The grand banyan tree,
Seems impartial in donating shelter.
I have broken my wings;
The clouds,
Hanging over my roof
Make me burst into tears.
The summer breeze,
Takes undue liberties with my body.
The brilliance of sun
Mocks at my labor.
The moon,
Wallows in self pity, faking glow in barrowed light.
The grand banyan tree,
stands helpless.
It HAS to offer shelter to passerby.
I am flying high,
I see warmth and affection in my sister’s eye.
I have broken my wings,
I see the same eyes staring back at me!
