I flew high and
wore my pride in my crown.
I am one of a kind
who is of the colour brown.
Once I encountered a face
who looked at me with a frown.
I questioned it to know the reason
and it replied “Jealous of you!”.
Without any further due,
it opened its razor-sharp teeth
and began to pierce my wings.
I tried to push it and save myself.
But it was too late.
Half of my wings were only left
and the rest lying on the ground.
Withering in pain I was
and watching me, it laughed.
A strange darkness surrounded me.
Everything became oblivious.
The pride disappeared and that face too.
I fell to the ground and introspected.
“Now I will never be able to fly.”
“Was questioning that frown really worth it?”
“Did that face gain satisfaction from this?”
Suddenly, I sensed a beam of light.
The light penetrating through
my broken wings.
I awakened to a new hope
and a new beginning.
My spirits rose high again
and a realisation struck me and said
“Now you may never fly to live
but you will surely live to fly.”
And I said “Thank you. I will try.”