WITHOUT WINGS

As I pecked my way out of the shell

I was blinded for a moment by the world outside.

Slept a little, walked a lot

I was born without wings.

"You are a bird; you have to fly"

Voices kept ringing from all directions

I tried to flap my tiny wings in vain,

And drowned my head ,each time, in shame.

Dreams of flying kept me awake

And one day, I took my first flight

Soaring high ,I flew across the seven seas

There I was, living my dream.

" You shouldn't be flying. You are not a bird"

Interminable echoes clouded my senses

"It is a nightmare, open your eyes"

I repeated to myself.

It was not long, before my wings were cut.

I don't fly, I crawl , I walk

May be someday;

I will fly without my wings.