Flight Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I walked away, from where
I don't know for sure!
It so happened that
I realized nothing
worth holding left.
For quite a long, floating
in hollow assumption
of being rooted, now
it's a clear sky for flight.
And to watch the earth
from far away up.
To watch the old story
scattered somewhere down
there with fading images.
Story of some and me.
I feel wonderful to watch
myself within the story
and try to fix pieces
together but stopped, fearing
it may come alive and
keep me floating in
hollow assumption of
being rooted.