Alone

Where are you flying alone?
in this endless sky
wrapped in golden hue
a golden river lying underneath.

Where are your mates?
whose invitation has dragged you out
alone in the morning sky
with no one else in sight.

Even the sun is not up yet
it’s trying hard to open its eyes
to push away the blanket of clouds
to peep through that golden rug.

Are you lost?
Are you in search?
Or a wanderer like me?
Who loves to get lost.