I always wanted to fly,
staring through the windows
when the birds flew out of the guava tree,
or the pigeons gurgled in our neighbor's roof,
as if mocking my existence,
I always would shoo them away.
Then an idea struck me,
what if I could grow a pair of wings,
So I begged for some magic spells from my grand mom,
who could make the fever go away, or cure an upset stomach
just by chanting some words into a pinch of salt.
She would pacify me by telling many stories but never gave away any magic spell.
My science books too didn't offer any help.
I also went to Ronti kaku, who had a penchant for machines.
He did promise to make me a pair of wings
only if I study heard.
Times rolled on and I buried myself in books,
Ronti kaku also passed away and his promise remained unfulfilled.
Many years later,
now when I see the pigeons fluttering around me,
I don't feel mocked anymore,
perhaps I realize now that I can never fly,
I was tied to the earth when I was born.