Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.
The world has moved on,
leaving me memories and feelings that I cannot account for.
A childhood that I can remember like it was someone else’s life,
A deliberate, grinding life that eats me up at the core.
Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.
The world has moved on,
they say, leaving only light and love but no hidden treasures.
No gems of memories, no sudden rush of feelings.
No time, no words, no deeds no birds.
A hand that cannot feed, a tongue that cannot speak.
Only old age and tiresome habits as I trudge on towards the sunset.
Lend me your wings, bird, and I will fly on.
Fly on one last time…
5 Comments
dude, you scare me sometimes
Lovely…and did I ever tell you what a delight it is to see you walking around in the team area?
I couldn’t give you wings .. but I could give you Redbull
… my treat .. there already one great memory !!
Lend me ur ears Raghu, and I will tell you I could ve written the exact same lines..fly on
Dudh,
What if the bird whose wings ur requesting turns out to be a Kiwi… or an Emu… or an Ostrich. They cant fly, so how will ur great flight take place ?
And if the bird lends u its wings, wats it gonna do with its other parts ?
Just curious, hence seeking the truth !
Kevin