The
Flight of a Man
I was born wingless
And yet, I fly.
Higher than I am allowed,
Faster I am told that I ever could,
I fly …
Indifferent to bird’s objection,
Regardless of man’s opposition,
Unfazed by storms of derision,
Unaffected by clouds of laughter.
Under dimly lit-sky I fly.
Beneath burning and blinding light
I fly.
Behind props and smoking mirrors
I fly.
Each truculent effort sustains me.
Breaking the sound barrier invigorates
me.
And, if crash against the sky
I will be a hero in my defeat
For landing on my feet
And vow never to crawl again.