Wings Of Wax Poem by Vinod Sharma

Don't fly too high on wings of wax,
A stone you will plummet, no brake;
A mannequin flutter behind the glass,
Tears beneath eyelashes fake.

He knows you badly need his back
Oiled so you don't above him rise;
Riding a thermal an eagle he is,
You, in his claws, are a willing prize.

Intoxicating wind, clouds beneath,
You gloat over insects crawling below;
Far from clutches of dreary grind,
Touchable Sun has an energising glow.

Your wings, alas, are not your own,
And your tethered legs can nowhere go.