I soared to the heights, enjoying the flight and mood.
Unmindful of how insignificant became the world
With ecstasy and happiness as my wings spread apart..
Surging ahead till my pinions burnt and sight did part.
Blindfolded I fell into some unknown abyss
Cursing the haughtiness, yet savouring the bliss..
OH! This sorrow marks a definite means to measure
The seams of love which I held close with pleasure,
Blameless though, for my dear heart could learn
To love with purity and to give without restrain..
Of what use is lamenting for a lost wing now
When before ,I never attempted to fly ,anyhow..