You were the one,
Who always wanted to fly.
You went ahead and asked me to lie,
Your pride got the best of you,
When you turned your back on me.
You flew too fast,
You flew too high.
You are Icarus,
I’m not going to lie.
Your wings melted in the sun,
You fell down,
With no place to run,
With no place to call your own,
With no place to call home.
You came back to me,
And I accepted my fate.
But you are the Icarus,
Who I couldn’t blame.
You felt trapped,
I’m the prison of your mind.
No wonder you wanted to fly,
All this time.
I heal your wounds,
Fixed your wings,
So once again you’d be free.
Fly again,
Be free,
Clouds kissing the pain away.
You’re free.

Aashna Vidyarthi