Searching My Wings Poem by Abhishek Jandial
Searching My Wings
Myself a part of the crowd,
Watching the clocks; like her hands
Mine too round and round.
Listening to her movement,
Myself get bored by the sound.
Myself too strolling in dreams,
Pondering not to limit to ground.
Searching the akin drizzle, searching the dews.
Searching my 'lost wings' from the roof,
Like others, I too gaze my stars around and around
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