Songs Of Wings -03 Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

Rarely did we meet
In the hours of our need
For either one's fault
several times we fled.

To cry the tears
of our lonely hearts,
To heal the wounds
of tits for tats.

Time has taught us
lessons of reunions
and has sung to us
myriad lore of wings.

To fly high above the sky
we need have to be light,
The loads of heart must die
nascent or bygone, it might.

Wings are there
to fly, not flee..
For life is here
not to show but to see.

My darling, queen of worlds..
Let us fly beyond skies,
Dreams, desires and passions
are never to pin this voyage.