icarus

Oh I have read his story
the story of the naïve one
whose wax wings melted
as he flew too close to sun.

What a dream it was that night
I saw myself standing proud
two milk white wings on my shoulder
daring me to touch the cloud.

with the meadow larks
I flew high up and down below
happily I flew from tree to tree
like a tiny little sparrow.

I kept my distance from the sun
basking in his golden ray
remembering the story of Icarus
I did not ventured too far his way.

I flew up to land on a mountain high
a lush green valley was spread
as I scooped down to touch the grass
I opened my eyes in my bed.

Sharmishtha basu
6.1.11