Malkeet Kaur |
I was young once like everyone else.
Like everyone else once
I wanted to turn into a swan,
Grow wings
Spread arms
Turn into a ballerina
Pirouetting gracefully
Overnight
And fly off to a land-
More lush and fresh.
I waited and it outgrew soon-
The yearning for conquering the skies to
Taste the forbidden in the distant terrains.
I befriended my finite boundaries
As the wings never materialized.
Then I found myself slowly
Evolving into a deep-rooted tree
And then I was at home with
Having roots
And being wingless-
Not to move, yet
To shelter and welcome the roosting birds from
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