I was told to fly,
To search the horizon.
Reason? Someone heard me,
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The Defeated Dream
I was told to fly,
To search the horizon.
Reason? Someone heard me,
Whimpering last night.
Orders came, preparations followed.
'I demand her wings, today, no 'morrow! '
Surprised at his majesty's vocab,
I turned around and packed my bags.
By noon some twenty wings arrived,
After came a hundred more.
Consumed in being absolutely lonely,
I planned it quickly, my certain journey.
In the evening, I was called,
Mouth opened and jaw dropped.
'Choose your wings,
Hear the bell ring,
Give that ball a swing,
Ka-bing, Ka-boom-Ka-bing! '
I saw my wings,
Just made my mind.
They snatched it back,
'Oh! Please don't mind! '
Other wings were bigger than my,
'These are for me, made to fly', said I.
'That wing is out of question,
Your master's not satisfied.
I thereby give you this,
A wing of your ruler's choice.'
'But, isn't its weight a little more than my?
With that, will I be able to fly? '
'I force you not, do what you desire,
But don't come complaining, when there's a fire.'
I tried to resist and thought I succeeded,
He looked the other way, and then receded.
Next day, a news printed,
'The daughter of the king has been evicted.'
The headline said:
'For me, she's dead, dead as the yellow leaf.'
Days went by, and back I was ordered,
How long could a father live without his daughter?
I was ordered again the wings of his choice,
Asked to settle it, then I made no noise.
Hundreds of these wings lie here,
And mine's right there.
The next moment, I remember
My nightingale sang.
I was caged again, but this time with no wings in hand.
Next morning the king's curse did the trick,
His daughter was dead!