By Shreya Hooda
In my wings
I take pride.
In the blue
When i see them spread
I see my strength.
With them,
I pine to sore high and beyond.
In them i put faith and trust.
Since the day
My shell cracked,
My comfort collapsed,
And I was to face the endless,
I had my wings
And I saw no fear.
Today,
I am weak and senile.
Yet I fly above.
I see from afar
The nest I left
Boldly and confidently.
It was me. I realise.
The strength was never within my wings.
I believed I could fly,
And that drove them to reach for The heights.
The strength,
In fact
Was in my belief.