Wings

Wings…

The sunrise brings the orange cast and hue,

A bird flies over like a soul free and true,

I wonder! sinking in the view.

We too are a part of this nature,

Our existence like every other creature,

Is to dive deep in this world like a seeker.

Feel the rhythm of the moment,

Mesmerise in the exotic scents,

Sing to the heart’s content.

It’s just that…

Our wings are not visible, like deep sunk gems,

Or is it that we ourselves have hidden them?

Or are we too scared to display them?