Delusional Flight

Oh! Beholder of wings

Or the master of flight

Is there any place in air?

Where you can spend whole life


Is there habitat on the clouds?

To life without notion of fail

Can you spend every minute?

Frowning on life on land’s trail


Oh! What makes you arrogant?

The minuteness seen from above

Don’t you realize the truth?

It is nothing but flight’s illusion


Wings are motion of dreams

Not the substitute of reality

Flaps will leave you tired

To find rest on balancing feet


Then you will find in no time

That every speck is similar to thee

You are nothing much superior

Wings are waves of impulsive spree………….




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