BROKEN WINGS

Learn to fly, they said

As high as you can

Don't fear the height, they said

Your flight has just begun.

But, did they notice the little bird?

How crumbled it was

It dreamt of the sky every night

But was oppressed by something 

it cannot fight.

It had to cognize

That all these were in its brain

Being an eagle was important

And not a weedy crane.

But, was it so easy to fly?

After being trapped and tangled

by psychic strings

Was it so easy to reach the sky?

With a tired mind and broken wings.

                                                                          - Mrinal