Wish, I Could Fly... Poem by Vivek Kumar
Wish, I Could Fly...
Single night with an open sky...
Playing moon, stars are no more shy...
Basket of Spring full of cold secrets...
Somebody I am, born to fly...
Escaped wanderings, sitting here...
Near ignorance, faded & intended to cry...
Whatever I am, Am I born to cry or fly..?
Everything I have instead of a smile...
Dead inside myself, illusion to be alive...
Neither I can choose nor I deny...
Five minutes are truth, Others true lie..
Alone, broken mirror of dreams high...
Single night with an open sky..
Playing moon, stars are no more shy...
I wish, I could fly...
i rarely (super-rarely) have cried in my adulthood, BUT i too wish i could fly. i mean like a bird, though airplanes are ok. (just ok) . and i mean literally fly, not figuratively as i THINK the poet means. yes, sad does make an appearance in the poem, truly a feeling, as the poet's About Me mentions s/he has. i recommend the About Me/Biography on PH. (cont.)
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(cont.) Alone, broken mirror of dreams high... i believe you mean high dreams, and have arranged the words to bring out your rhyme. nice! i also like the repetition of Playing moon, stars are no more shy... to MyPoemList and into my November showcase (of poets by PH poets, featuring poems from Indian subcontinent poets this time) . if you have questions, please ask. thanks, bri ;)