The Last Flight Poem by Vinti Jetley

As I soar high in the sky,
I take my solitude shorn of a sigh.
Thrills of a flock are a thing of past.
I have to fly, as long as I last.

My nest somewhere in a far-flung tree,
And a radiant blue as long as I see.
I cannot rest, no land in sight,
I fly on the depth of deep sea's might.

I search for a mast for my wings to rest,
I long to shine in my endless quest.
I may just reach the ordained shores,
Or may just crash on destiny's door.

None to blame for this trip of mine,
For I declined to fall in line.
No one would know, if I fail and fall,
They moved away when I took this call.

But I don't fly for credit and fame,
I fade way or carve my name.
I fly on the wings of my desire,
Ready to be charred in this chariot of fire.