My Flight Poem by Rajdeep Dhanuka
My Flight
There is a longing to fly.
The wind has a strange coldness,
I am warm though.
The wind has a strange freshness,
There is nothing new yet.
There is but, yes,
A sense of satisfaction,
That I will achieve.
However big or small,
The achievement.
There is calmness,
Breathing serenity.
The uncertainty,
The commotion,
It's all at rest.
Dusk is coming,
There is a longing to fly...
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